Shakespeare had always been under the belief that he knew uncomfortable and annoying situations. That had been before he was forced to room with five other pups and a strange woman. Before he had been taken from his own mother and kept away from her and even his father. Before this crazy, messed up situation had ever began. Solitude wasn't quite as easy to seek as it once had been though he tried his hardest to sneak away when he could, silently leaving boys to fight and girls to scream and he quietly went about his own business. Peaceful walks to try and keep himself sane before someone would come along and interrupt them. He longed of course to locate his parents on these trips, for full answers to finally be revealed and the knowledge that a solution was right around the corner, one morning he'd wake up and it'd all be over as quickly as it had started. Life didn't seem to work that way though and if he hadn't seen his mother's pained expression or father a heap on the floor before he had been whisked away by Valentine, Shakespeare probably would have doubted that they even lingered in these lands anymore. His path was one he had barely dared to walk for that fear though, the same one he had been led along to meet Cascade and her pups for the first time. He never made it to the Range, not really wanting to leave his siblings behind though he longed to be safe and home.

There were.. a lot of pups in Imperium and Revenge had to admit that he didn't think he'd seen any young wolves that looked remotely like his uncle. Though he still had no idea what their mother looked like he was sure that he'd know his own family when he saw them. Still, he told Soliloquy he was going to look out for them and he would. He'd skirt about the Range, not having actually set foot on the lands since he'd left them. Though he knew very well that his parents were gone he still felt wary of setting foot there.

His large paws landed easily in the grass as he loped over the knolls, he was mostly paying attention to where he was going, which wasn't anywhere in particular. When his bright yellow gaze would fall upon one pup he hadn't seen yet. He wasn't particularly Destruction looking but as he caught of whiff of him there was no denying his parentage. Soliloquy was faint, but there on the boy's pelt still. He wasn't usually one to come out and be all social, but he'd made his promise and he'd keep it. "Hey, pup!" He'd call as he came closer, hoping he didn't startle him away. He'd try and remember the names he'd been given, "Are you Soliloquy's boy?" He'd tilt his head curiously as he asked.

Shakespeare tried his hardest to keep away from the strangers that lurked around these lands, that now had taken over his old home as well. It was of course easier said than done however and something about the man that now called out and approached him seemed familiar. It was easy to place why, on a quick glance he could have been mistaken for his father, the markings around his eyes so similar simply darker in colouring. Was this another uncle or something? He knew that he had other aunts and uncles out in the world, though never had he had the chance to meet most of them. This man knew his father as well, speaking of Soliloquy by name as he questioned the child on whether or not he was his son. He would nod his head slightly in response, not really sure what else to say upon the matter. Who was this man perhaps? And his own name might be a good start. "Shakespeare." He began simply. "Who are you?