He'd never felt so restless as he did now. His training to be an assassin had all but come to a complete halt lately with Arace being MIA and even Petra seemed to be on the lam, lest she was just making herself scarce. Hell, maybe that just made her better assassin material than he could ever be. But he was determined to learn from someone, even if it wasn't someone in Taviora. He wasn't so dependent on his family that he cared about staying in the pack. He had nothing against his parents or sister, even his half sisters, but there was really nothing anchoring him in Taviora. It was just where he was born, but that didn't mean he needed to grow up there and stay.

He was actually restless for change. He wanted something and he just wasn't sure what that something was. With no training and no real friends to speak of, he just lived day to day, surviving. He hunted his own food and he kept to himself. It was easy enough since he didn't make a lot of noise to attract others. He'd thought about just setting out on his own and becoming a loner plenty of times but he knew there was some sort of protection in belonging to a pack. Not that he was really sure he needed it. He headed over the borders of Taviora without hesitation, eager for the change in scenery. He didn't really care if he came across someone while out. It was more to see if any place caught his eye and gave him a reason to stay put. He found himself in a rocky part of Moladian and he scowled as the rocks scratched his paws and he slipped on some of their edges. He wasn't sure how to traipse across this place. He definitely didn't want to stay here.