Things had changed. Enya had abandoned their den in the valley, and it had taken Ripper some time to realize she wasn't coming back. He'd lounged there for a few days, expectantly awaiting her return, but she did not come. Eventually, this had required Ripper to actually do something, and so he'd set out to relocate his mother and learn what had become of her. He'd slowly made his way south to the lake, eventually picking up a scent trail that led to the borders of Glorall. His sire's scent lingered about as well, and the boy was intelligent enough to put two and two together. The two were expecting pups again. The half-grown male shrugged off the notion and continued on his way, deciding he would come back to check on Enya further into spring. For now, he had a party to get to.

The notion of a 'party' was something completely foreign to Ripper. He wasn't entirely sure what all of this 'dancing' was about, or what there was to celebrate about turning two years old. But, it intrigued him. And it posed the opportunity to do some more wolf-watching - one of his favored past times. So he made his way lackadaisically towards the borders of the mountain and forest packs. The thickset male approached, ears pinwheeling atop his skull in an attempt to figure out where he was meant to be going. His head lifted uncharacteristically high at the bell-like sound of laughter in the distance. He had heard lighthearted laughter before, but this was different in some way he could not define.

Lowering his head, he continued onward towards the sound, until he came upon the clearing where two wolves moved erratically about while others stood to the sides and observed. Ripper's gaze lingered on the pair of wolves whose movements reminded him of the rough spars he and his sister engaged in. But there was no snapping of jaws, no collision of bodies. This was no fight - was this 'dancing?' His head tilted slightly to the side, not understanding the concept, before an ear flicked to the side at a familiar voice. His sister. He moved to approach and greet her, but even as he lifted a paw to step in her direction something held him back. Her focus was given entirely to another wolf, and Ripper's eyes narrowed as he observed them from a distance. Something told him to leave her be - if she needed his help, he was only a bark away.

Instead, he turned back towards the two wolves that continued to prance about the clearing as the other's looked on. He circled them, head carried low and tail relaxed just above his hocks. He moved towards a red-painted girl who also looked on, her tail curled high over her back. Pausing nearby, he half-heartedly gestured towards the odd pair who seemed to be the focus of the gathering. "Why are they doing that?"