He was conflicted, deeply conflicted; almost anyone could tell by the way clouds gathered in his normally vibrant gold eyes. the only member of his beloved family that he knew still resided in Moladion, resided in the pack his mother has raised him not trust; of course he knew the pack had changed that they weren't that bad, and therefore hadn't his sisters the same. When the leader of Spirane once again changed, he wasn't quite sure if he'd stay with the mountain born uprooted, but with the chance Myra would return he wanted be there for her. as well as it gave him a gave to gauge this new leader in terms of safety for her, sure she was an adult now but she could be naive and he wanted to protect her from the evils of the world. Still looking back he found himself questioning some of his methods, like putting space between himself and his younger sisters as to make sure he didn't influence certain life paths. Only now had he really realized that he had been neglecting his own social needs, in fact to the point it was pretty much nonexistent. He found himself longing for company in more ways than one, he was in his sixth year of life and for most of it; he's either been close with his littermates or raising his younger siblings..... he hadn't really needed anyone else, but now that had changed.

He had heard of imprinting, heard what it felt like, but he was sad to say he never had any sort of strong feelings for anyone outside his familial bonds; and that was a different kind of love. In fact he wasn't entirely he believed in that stuff anyways; love at first sight, imprinting, soulmates, fate; it was all very obscure to him. He needed someone who he could trust his heart to, he needed someone to trust, someone to share his life with. He was a bit envious of his little sister, Despoina, she found a place she belonged, though in his mind she was still too young to figure out 'whom' she belonged with. By the time he snapped from his deeper thoughts he was already halfway to the border; why not go out, why not go in hopes of finding friends and others to care for. The crags seemed to be a good place to start he knew many choose that and grotto as resting places.

He easily moved through the upper part of the crags, they were nothing compared to the mountain or the hours of training on the hot sands in Glorall. His gray-scale fur doing well to blend with the surrounding rocks, not that he was overly concerned with being seen first. Focusing carefully balancing on the edge of a small pond, when a bright pelt caught his gaze across the water; in this moment of lapse of concentration lead to only one thing. His clumsiness showing before he could process what was happening he got soaked to the core in freezing water. 'Not again.' He thought dejectedly, 'How could I, who trained so hard in everything, still have this habit.' Embarrassed he stood in the shallow pond and waded out toward the shore the girl was on while saying, "Please excuse the intrusion miss, I just dropped in unexpectedly." The moment those words spilled from his mouth he wanted someone hit him, irritated by his own self-deprecating sense of humor.