"Must I?" Nike had whinged to his mother at her urging to attend the celebratory party he had been invited to. Well, not him exactly - it wasn't like anyone had deigned to give him a personal invitation, which they really should have. But it was an annual event, Everlast explained, to commemorate the coming of age for two year olds. Coming of age? Nike didn't exactly get that - he knew full well he wouldn't be considered 'mature' and finished growing into all his perfection until he was four years old. That was still two years off - so how exactly were they 'coming of age'? His mother avoided his questions and nudged him closer and closer to the borders of the mountainous pack, until he finally relented when she had said it would make her so happy if he met a few wolves his age. Nike would do anything to make Everlast happy, to see her smile. Of course there was always that underlying fear that she was trying to pawn him off so that she could spend time with someone else - probably Zeus. As he walked closer to the pack's borders he huffed at the thought and made to turn back, but Everlast was out of sight. Pale silver eyes flitted back and forth, searching for her and certain she was still close by, but then it started to rain.

Scoffing, Nike jogged forward, hoping that maybe this party would be in a dry cave or something like that. Alas, he heard the sounds of multiple wolves off in the distance, and he made his way closer. He found whatever cover he could as he crept closer, wanting to make sure he was in the right place lest he accidentally stumble into to some secret gathering of the pack. But before him was a gathering of young wolves, one sitting atop a bolder and the others grouping around her - surely he was in the right place. Just then a fat rain drop rolled off the leaf above his head, plunking unceremoniously onto his snout and creating a darker patch. Frustrated, he moved out and away from his hiding spot and into the clearing. His eyes went wide when he noticed the boy who was mucking about in the mud and mire. Carefully, Nike navigated the grassy areas of the clearing, staying as far away from the filthy boy and the grimy earth closer to the creek.

Another wolf arrived at about the same time as him, strutting forward and placing a slobbering, unceremonious lick on the girl-on-the-boulder's snout. Nike's brows knitted in dismay - why the hell was he here? All these dark coated, filthy, imperfect wolves were certainly unworthy company for him. He was perfect, with his pure white coat and tinted silver limbs. There was no way he would be caught playing in the mud or allowing anyone lick his face. Only Everlast's touch was welcomed to him. His nostrils flared, the scents of the other wolves magnified by the drizzling rain, and his gaze flashed towards Athena. There was something about her that was familiar, though he was positive he'd never met her before - not to say there was anything memorable about her dark, dingy coat. Shaking his head, droplets of water flung from his coat and when he came to a stop his ears cocked out to the side to display his distaste for the situation. "I'm Nike," he stated flatly. There, he'd come, he'd introduced himself, he'd met four other wolves his age - didn't that count? Could he go home now and let his mom give him a bathe until he was dry and perfect again?