Now do not get me wrong, the smokey blue wolf pup loved his family and enjoyed playing with his siblings but well he was beginning to understand what Medusa meant when she said the borders were closing in around them. Though they were only yearlings, he too felt certain he had ventured through every inch of the herdlands and chased every squawking parrot through the trees. He had chased Annubis through the dense jungle and raced Medusa down the beach more times than he cared to count. However now, now he just wanted something different.

When father won against the Bay stallion he had promised mother the herd. Patiently he had waited as the small herd drug themselves from the surf looking worn and weary. The few foals that had been apart of that herd did not escape his keen eyes. Although he was thrilled to see his sister again and reveled in the idea of getting to spend more time with her, he was equally as excited to make some new playmates.

When the young colt broke away from the main gathering of newcomers, the keen eyes of Akela does not miss him. Like a stealthy jungle cat he stalks through the underbrush, his growing tail flicking anxiously back and forth in anticipation. He waits patient as he could until the boy passes close enough to where he hide, only then does he burst from the dense ferns to squeal his surprise. "Gotcha!" he giggles, rearing on his hind legs and thrashing his forelegs into the air as he had seen Medusa do from time to time when she really wanted him to play. Dark eyes gleam with excitement as he prances around the colt, his thick head tossing excitedly. "Come on, I'll race you to those rocks down there on the beach." he bubbles, excitement brimming beneath the shine of his eyes.