His mother insisted they go, and so without struggle he was walking through the forest going. Any reason to do something he guessed. He was sure Shem wasn’t far behind either but he couldn’t be sure. Asriel was in a weird place in his life, and honestly was a bit worried about going to this party. He heard imprinting started when you reached your second birthday, and that was part of the excitement of this celebration was maybe finding your soulmate. Who would wand his soul? He was messed up, weird and broken. Maybe he wouldn’t have one, maybe he wasn’t able? He sort of hoped so, but at the same time the thought of finding someone who perhaps could tell him more about what, or who he was and what he was supposed to be. Was he the Aztec Guardian of his mother’s family? Or the more ruthless blood of his father? The two natures collided constantly. Asriel had wished for the death of Moteuh’s killed, wanted him dead.

He thought it had been wrong, thought he was becoming a monster. Then he started hunting on his own, and then he found he enjoyed that for more than just putting food in his belly. He shook his head and snorted. Today he woudl be ‘good’ Asriel, ‘normal’ Asriel. The strange one was going to be put away, he would try to be what he was when he met with that Krypto boy and not what he had been found doing when Shem found him out in the freelands. He looked back to see if Shem was close but already he was crossing into the new territory of Spirane. Soon he saw other pups as they came closer, the song of someone announcing the party was beginning. He stood on the outskirts, he was far from the first to arrive in the clearing, seeing many others about and gathered up.

His eyes landed on each though perhaps longer on the grey girl. He stared at her thinking she looked familiar. Perhaps he was his imprint? No he thought it would be more impressive a feeling that just curiosity, but there was some connection he was sure, something he didn’t understand or know. He didn’t know he had half siblings his age in Glorall, that he and Shem were not the only pups his father had bore that year. Of course he knew he had older half siblings on both sides but this girl, Escha, as she introduced herself, was not one of the ones he knew about.

It seemed they were doing introductions, another boy he never saw before but apparently of Taviora had spoken. HIs gaze lingered on him as the familiar name hit his ears. Zeru.. he had heard that name that was one of the boys his cousin had stolen from that murderer. He sounded weird and Asriel did everything he could to keep the ‘normal’ him out. Seeing it was his turn he shot his golden eyes off the boy and looked to the ground. ”Asriel. Also of Taviora.” He said softly, sounding shy, but his shyness was quickly proving to be false as he grew older. He wasn’t confident, wasn’t shy, it was more like he didn’t care.