It was fascinating to Xavier that he could have family in these lands that he had never heard of. And to have simply wandered into his uncle without knowledge of his existence, well, today was Xavier’s lucky day. As Amoxtli spoke of his grandparents, he listened in rapt attention, practically drooling over the knowledge. Father must have followed in Grandfather’s footsteps then, since they were both warriors. Sadly, that path seemed like it was not one meant for him. His mother’s influence on his figure would make it difficult for him to be a warrior. Even with years of training, he could not imagine himself ever being accomplished at it. Still, to know that he might look like his grandfather was exciting.

Green eyes return to his uncle when the slightly older wolf spoke, bringing Xavier’s attention away from his childhood.

“I did travel outside of Moladeon for a while, though I’m afraid there isn’t much to tell of the lands outside it’s borders. I actually quite prefer it here.” Xavier blinked, almost in surprise at his last sentence. He had spoken it without thinking, not having realized that he did prefer these lands to the wilds. There were few packs that he had found, mostly wild wolves far more savage than most that he had met here. It was not a welcoming place.

Xavier tilted his head in thought as Amoxtli spoke of his homeland. “I have never been to Taviora, only heard of it in passing. I might like to see your home, if you wouldn’t mind showing me.”

The last part was added hurriedly, not wanting to impose on his new-found relative. After all, he was basically a stranger.

“Diveen never felt like home, but the freelands leave much to be desired when compared to pack life. I find that I miss it, despite not wanting to return.” He shifted his weight unconsciously, his body betraying his dislike for his current situation. Living in the freelands, he had nothing to work towards, nothing to protect. There was no reason for anything out here. A pack at least gave someone purpose. Perhaps he should simply return to Diveen. At least pack life would give him a goal.

five | 30in, 140lbs | no heart | no soul | no shelter