He didn’t want to stay gone for long. He had learned some more of the common tongue. In fact, he specifically spent most of his time in Glorall spying on the other wolves who spoke common, listening in and learning the language. He spent little time with any others as his mind was simply focused on what he needed to know to make Lucia happy. Now he felt a little more confident, and he wanted to show her what he learned.

He had grown to be a rather independent boy so far. His father was still rarely around. He mostly found the scent of his father on kills that his father left for his mother and sister. There was not much to Glorall that seemed to keep his interested other than those two. Really, his eyes of green were set on seeing Lucia again and gathering treasures. Now that the snow and cold had passed, and the warmer weather of spring had come, he was ready to venture back to the crags to find her once more.

As he trotted from Glorall towards the crags, the sky was slowly showing it was not to be his friend today. The sky blue had a wave of large grey clouds coming towards him as he got closer and closer to the crags. In fact, by the time he got to the rocky land, the whole sky was covered by the dark grey, fluffy clouds. He stopped on a rock and looked up with his green eyes. He heard a rumble and blinked.

He didn’t know where exactly to find her. It had been a while, and for all he knew she found a new place to live. He stands tall, puffs his chest, and moves through the rocks towards where he last saw her. He was perhaps a tiny bit more graceful on the rocks...but, he was still rather clumsy. He spent most of his time on soft soil and sand, which was a completely different beast. He frowned when he wobbled and reluctantly moved from rock to rock until he reached a small clear place. He sat on his haunches, looking around with hopeful eyes on his naturally serious looking face. ”Lucia?” he calls out, looking back and forth to see if she was indeed around.