It had been a long time and he wondered so much about her. Ava had kept him pretty locked down until recently, mainly due to the dangers of winter, but she had let him go off as he pleases now. His first mission was to try and find Lucia. But how? He was not even sure she would be where they usually met up anymore. It had been forever.

But he had a plan. A sign, breadcrumbs, so to say. He had gathered up a decent amount of seashells from the beach. He had seen how some wolves use skin to gather things. Well, he attempted, anyway. It was not pretty and it did not hold very much as he gathered up some shells and began to walk away with the crude structure that leaked a few shells. He didn’t bother to try and pick them up.

Every now and then, he would stop and leave a shell on a rock or tree stump that was a bit more obvious. He would spend the time to rub his scent into it as well, just in case. He did this all the way until he got to the crags, where he had one special shell that was larger and a bit more colorful. He sat it down around where they first met, and spent a good few minutes pushing it around with his nose, trying to find the right spot.

Once he seems to find the right spot, he turns his muzzle to his chest and pulls out a few of his dark grey furs and sets them near it. A sign that it is from him, and that his home is of Glorall. He never got to tell her. If she didn’t know where it was, hopefully the scents and the shells would guide her then. His green eyes look around and he finds himself sighing. He didn’t want to call to her and get the attention of her mother and who knows else. He just wanted to see her and her only. Even though they were older now, the adults would just get in the way. Ava was rather distracted in Glorall with being Eden’s #2. He then nods to himself, and runs back towards the edges of Glorall where he would wait for days if he had to for her to come.

((So he ran off to Glorall if she wants to post there ;) ))