Nearing a year old, Pagan had finally been able to venture from the lands he was born in. He had much to contemplate as his world seemed to be forever changing around him. There was the matter of will and force, greatness and power. There was something more, too. A different tug he felt when his paws shifted from sand to dirt and from beach to forest. Ava had told him there was a power inside himself, a concept he had never thought of as a newborn, but as he stepped from Glorall he could feel there was something else. There was a power in the world around him as well. Ava had willed him into existence. She had the power of will and control. Through her will, so did he. As he walked from the beaches he became increasingly more aware of something else. So did the earth.

The force of the power that moved around him was still overwhelming to the very young boy. All that was unknown to him still pressed on his consciousness as they eyes continued to stare at him from the shadows. One relief had come to him on a short venture though. He now knew what a skull was and the mask that peered at him from his nightmares. There was at least a little comfort in that. As he had slowly come to terms with what he was seeing, and that it would long remain a mystery he went in search for other answers to questions he was not sure he had. Paws took him to the fields, ignoring the growing cold of the geographical change. He was a little surprised, and taken aback, when his travels brought him to another pup. Surely he could not have been the only one who was out to explore this day, it was just surprising. Other than his sister, he had not encountered many, if any, other pups. His head tilted and orange eyes glistened. Hello. He greeted, not knowing what else there would be in this case. Warmth was not something he had a lot of at this time, though he felt the desire to be friendly.