It was strange wandering down the mountain and into the free lands by himself. Never had he left the safety of the mountain since being taken there on his own in fear of a similar incident happening to him again. Taken from his home forcibly carried off only to never see his family again. Well, not never again. He had seen his mother, after almost two years of being gone they had found each other by chance at the mountain. He knew bad things could happen out here, but now he was bigger and stronger and he was going to train to be a warrior. He looked forward to that a lot. He was going to be strong and fight with Sleekwing for the pack. He was happy for that, never again would he be taken nor, if he could prevent it, would anyone around him suffer o the fangs of any malicious creature.

Sven knows he could do more, he had to, he wanted to make his new home happy to have him especially now that he considered it his home. He was filled with nerves and insecurities. Before he didn’t care if anyone in the pack liked him or not, but now he had an image to keep up. However the boy wanted to broaden his horizons, see the world and meet other wolves. He had never be to this land before but it was oddly like Spirane in a way. The rocky area was easily traversed by the mountain boy. He wasn’t the only boy walking along the mountains though, against the grey he saw a black dot a lot less easily walking along the narrow edges of the rocks. Curious Sven trotted forward, they were nearly the same size and he smelled of a pack he was pretty sure Spirane was allied with.

”You need to trust your feet more.” Sven said, his voice a bit dull, but his face generally nice and curious. He hadn’t ever met someone from another pack before, not including his mother recently. ”I’m Sven of Spirane. Who are you?” He asked easily leaping down to the black coated boy’s level, white paws easily carrying his own black, grey and white form around him. Guess there was some advantages having lived in the mountains for so long.