It hadn't been too long since he'd last seen his friend, Menkhet, but he already missed her. He couldn't stop thinking about her and wondering when the next time he would get to see her. It was easy to see he was smitten, even at a time when he should be running from cooties and such, but he was turning two this year and he felt himself growing more awkward and lean. He didn't like it. His paws were already three sizes too big and it wasn't getting any easier to walk on them. It was like wearing snow shoes all the time. But he wouldn't think about that because there was a two year old party taking place in Spirane and he wanted to take part, if only to see other wolves his own age and know that others still existed in Moladian. It had been far too quiet in Taviora as of late. He wondered if his own brother, Niyol, would bother to come out to the party. Surely he wouldn't miss a chance for some mischief.

Mochimal made his way over the borders of Taviora and toward the mountains. It didn't take long for the air to change. He had to watch his step, the further he got into the mountains. The rocks got slick and the hills steep. He was used to flatter grounds and more stable terrain to walk on but he sighed and kept going. He'd have to get used to it if he planned on going anywhere out of Taviora. He certainly didn't plan on staying there all the time. That would be no kind of life. He'd already managed to make his way to Asteraia, if only to visit Menkhet. Now he was going to Spirane to see what their pack was like, but he couldn't help but wonder if she would be there, too. She was his age so surely she would come to the party, right?

As if to answer his own prayers, he caught a whiff of her familiar perfume. His tail started wagging and he smirked in excitement, letting it spread to his eyes before he put on his neutral mask that the world got to see and cleared his throat. There would be others present, not just her. He needed to be careful. Shaking his head of the fluttering thoughts in his chest, he moved closer to the call, only to see Menkhet and another female that smelled and looked almost like her. A sibling, perhaps? No other pups yet but he was sure it was only a matter of time. He trotted closer, nodding his head politely in greeting to both before he stopped a few feet away. He only let a glimmer of recognition flash in his eyes toward Menkhet before he looked at the other female. "Hello. I'm Mochimal of Taviora."