Vereux had never been to this place before, but he had heard the rumors about it. The pit was made up of a soft sand material that he could easily slip into and get stuck in. This was why, he was being very careful, especially with only one good eye to see it with. It was best that he explored the land now, so that he would get familiar with the area just incase Yfir needed something from him. That was where his interest lied now, and they would not come after anyone else. Vereux's emerald eye looked across the terrain and sighed mildly shaking his dark fur. Life was strange really, he had been in a depression for some time. Now he realized it wasn't entirely his fault, he had no rights to his children. They were nothing but gene's he sired now, and his feelings for Athena were long past him. He had married her and her current mate, everyone was happy. His tail would flick the scarred male sitting at the edges of the sand. His silent nature would come to light here, he was a son of a king the king that shook the land. The very first son born in the new kingdom Glaciem. So he would make a name for himself, in Yfir as a true warrior. ?I speak?

White paws carried her carefully though the land, one paw coated in the strange stuff in the pit; the stuff had tried to grab her when she accidentally stepped in it. She had pulled away with a surprised yelping noise, and had realized that she needed to be careful around this place. She looked around a few times, looking for any other wolves that would try and attack her for no reason. She allowed her thoughts to wander, thinking about when her adopted mother, Loccian, had first met her; she couldn't remember it all that well, but the woman had been the first wolf she had met. And from there, she had met her adopted siblings, and a few other wolves in Seracia; the last wolf she had actually met when she was younger was Emery. A soft chuckle escaped her as she remembered that he had began sneezing a few times. A lot of things have changed since I first left Seracia, haven't they? She had children of her own, and she had found her brother again; well, rather, he had found her when they were still living on the island. Biull was waiting for another wolf that he was taking care of, and Silveris felt better after she knew that the male was okay after the flood. If they could find him again, he would need to know that he had become an uncle. Silveris sat down, not too close to the pit, of course, and closed her mismatched gaze. Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think