Consistenly the lady across from him sat in shock. Her delicate features lit up with amazement, curiosity and just blatant wonder. The kalak’s smile was gentle and understanding, had he been in the Lady’s spot his face would have been in a similar display. But even then, as a male he was not a pedestal material. Fea’s in some packs were just pretty little pieces. Passed about, mated off and bred just for heirs. And the pauper kalak knew just the feeling, as a half-royal he knew what it was like to judged based off who you were. Firsthand experience. His little secret cost him his life and friends, he at least had his mother. She had been his world until he left in search of a better life after her passing. As much as Horizon had loved his world it wasn’t the same without his mother. And now he was here in Blossom Forest and making a few friends, at least Ameira was a friend to him.

They lowered towards the water together, the cool water clearing away the mugginess setting into his head. But his words seemed to hold no meaning to her, or maybe they didn’t hold the same meaning to her as they did to him. Horizon, there are wolves like that everywhere. Or, at least, they live by a moral code that has no real morals except for lies and deceit. Always I have had to live in quiet and take everything that was given to me or told to me without question, but that does not mean my mind did not see the horror for what it truly was. Horizon tilted up his head slightly looking at the portrait of his façade. Her violet eyes were shadowed in the fading light as she stared out over the cliff, her soft, strong voice drifter back to him. His ears flicked trying to catch her lyrical words, Horizon… I think I may explore a bit more. I may even… dare I even say it? I think I may take a pack as my own. It would be good, I think, to start anew. To make a pack for the misfits and miscreants who were held back or held down. To make a place where all belong. Horizon froze where he sat. His mismatched pools confused, that was an aggressive move on her part, but the herculean could understand where she was coming from. If he hadn’t been so lonely when he’d first arrived he too might have been more brave, but on his own he felt more comfortable.

Lady Ameira, you are the brave one. I would support you in your move to rise up wherever you go. His gentle façade had returned and his frozen body lifted back into life as he rose up to his paws. The blackened stilts carried him over to the cliff’s edge, his darkened crown turn to Ameira beckoning her over to join him. Whatever dreams you have m’lady I will do everything to help you achieve them. Where is it that you are looking to take root? Horizon looked back to the terra below him. All the surrounding packs and places where he hadn’t taken time to go lay below, abounding into the distance. He would one day hope to have toured this whole land.