At first, he thought he had done something wrong. For the first time in months, he finally felt complete. Her name was something he would never forget, now that he knew it. The dull ache that had been a constant companion since the two year old party had faded away like a ghost. Halcyon knew he had done the right thing by coming here and now that they knew each other’s names, things had started rolling. But… what came after? They stood in silence for a long while. His mind screamed at him to say something, anything, but his lips wouldn’t obey. Thankfully, they didn’t have to. She asked him if he wanted to join her for a walk and he nodded, eager to spend more time with her. Tentatively, he moved across the border to stand by her side. Together, they moved deeper into the pack lands.

Halcyon let her lead the way, staying close to her, but not close enough that they touched. He feared that would make this way more awkward than it already was. This had been his first time coming within Spirane and he marveled at how high the mountain peaks loomed over head. Coming from a life of flat swamps and rolling hills, it was a vastly different world under the mountain. He found himself liking it and took a deep breath in. Even the air was fresher here than in Iromar. ”You have a beautiful home, Bastille.” he said Dark eyes turned to stare at the multi-colored girl, wondering what she was thinking. Did she feel obligated to spend time with him? Did she like him at all? How did she feel about him being her imprint? These were all questions he could be asking her, but instead, his mouth remained shut.

As memories of his parents came to him, a sad smile spread across his face. Though they were faded, he knew without a doubt that his parents had loved each other deeply. He also knew that it was because of that bond that they had died together. One could not live without the other. He chuckled, a noise he was sure Bastille heard, and he turned to look at her. ”I wish my parents were here to ask about all this. They would be able to help me understand this… thing. They made it all look so easy, but I have no idea what to do.” He sighed and looked down at his paws. Maybe it was him. Maybe he was defective. He had been the runt of the litter; did that have something to do with it?

A squirrel passed by, its cheeks packed with nuts, startling the young boy. It scampered up a tree and darted along the thin braches. Halcyon watched it with interest until it faded from view. He looked back at the brindled wolfess and smiled. ”You hungry? Perhaps we can hunt together, although, I have to admit… I’m still brushing up on my hunting skills. I once tried to take down an alligator and failed horribly. I’m great at catching small things, but the big beasts are too hard for me to take down. But they don’t look like they will be a problem for you.” He laughed again, but not at her size. He noticed another similarity that he had with his father. Just like Iblis, Halcyon was small and would never grow to be like the one hundred pound wolves that Moladion seemed full of. His mother had been a massive girl who towered over her mate. It seemed like Bastille would be much larger than him. She already made him feel small and they were the same age! With his tail wagging, he waited to see what his imprint would say at the sudden invitation.