He was a bold, bumbling, blonde ball of fur rocketing through the hardy grasses of the coastal plains. He had months to go before he was officially a yearling but Prometheus was avid, if not anything else, about getting out there to tell everyone of his plans for his birthday. The young boy hadn’t even known that a birthday was a real thing until his mother - now regrettably - mentioned it in passing conversation with her children. He was elated at the idea; a day to celebrate his birth… HIM! Sure, Corona and Saros may have been born the same day but he wasn’t focused on them. It seemed that all would be in his favor for once if he could have this birthday ritual and steal the limelight away from his ever-perfect sister. And Saros… well, he would get his chance someday too.

Prometheus made it a routine to get up and roam around Asteraia to find all of the pups and other pack mates to invite to this spring party. He did this daily until he was sure that everyone had been asked. But then he thought of all of the other packs out there that would need an invitation as well and he just couldn’t let time slip away. Spring would be here sooner than he could imagine and if he didn’t get to invite someone from every pack then what was this all for??

Despite his mother’s attention nearly always being on Corona, he often found it difficult to get away from her without notice. Eclipse was very strict when it came to where they could explore and who they could be with - it was annoying, really. But he found the opportunity as his mother was grooming Corona and snuck away from her sight with little trouble. By the time she would notice he would be halfway to the Asterian border.

Proud of his ability to slip past his ever watchful mother, Prometheus ran on gangly legs through the hills and out of the territory for the first time in his young life. The dark expanse of trees to the west reeled him in and he continued to run toward them until he reached the treeline and stopped to catch his breath. He turned to look behind him, witnessing the golden glow of the plains as the late-afternoon sun shone upon it and hearing his mother’s howl for him to return. ”Hah... yeah right…” he huffed between pants before turning back around to explore the shadowy woodland. But there was someone sitting so boldly out in the sunlight at the edge of the trees that caught his attention; an older male with a darker coat similar to Corona’s.

Excited that he has possibly found his first outsider for an invitation he bounds over to the adult and throws his front paws upon the log that the stranger rests on. His face is confident and cheerful, his tongue lolling out of his mouth as his panting begins to slow, and his gray tipped tail wagging. ”I’m Prometheus, who are you??” he questions curiously with gold and gray eyes glimmering with excitement. ”And why are you watching my home?” he adds after a pause, realizing that the stranger had been facing toward Asteraia the whole time.