There was a small smile in the corners of Avtandil’s lips. Almost everyone who was under the age of three knew who Pine was in Iromar. The pup was one of the loudest and most rambunctious creatures he had ever come across. Moreso than that, he had lost count of the number of times his mother complained about the young guard. His quiet eyes watched Mihr dance around and talk, his little heart beating fast with curiosity. He had never run across someone as friendly as Mihr without the scowling face of Despoina looming over him. Even at the story in Asteraia his mother had been present and it seemed as though he had watched the festivities from afar. He lifted his head and met the other boy’s curious nose with his own. It was a very strange turn of events, to have someone interested in getting to know him, wanting him to be part of the world around him. Squished under his body, his tail started to make little quivers, the beginnings of excited wags.

He listened closely to what Mihr had to say, almost beginning to hang on his every word. Avtandil had never stepped into the world of imagination though his mind delved deep into the concept of reality. As Mihr continued to speak and bow, inviting him to explore these imaginations, Avtandil could not help but get to his feet and step forward in curiosity. At first he stepped towards the shimmering rainbows, a paw outstretched to touch it. Disappointment was evident on his face when his paws felt no difference between the colorful rock and the stone he could blend into. His ears dropped and his nose dropped to sniff at the rainbows until the echo of Mihr’s bark startled him. Daark hackles rose and his teeth bared for a moment in challenge at the offending sound. His Mother was a fighter and his Other Mother did not back down from a fight, either. Puffing himself up he strutted stiff legged closer to the darks of the caves.Baring his teeth he glanced back at Mihr. Do you think someone is down there? Something that barks back? It was clear on his face that if something barked or bit at them, he would bite back. Looking at his possible new friend, Avtandil kept his hackles up and glanced back at the dark depths. He did not want to seem scared in front of the other boy.