Large paws trod the unfamiliar ground of the pack he'd met Fia in. Only this time, he remained outside the border. After his encounter here, and at the border of the pack called Ludicael, he was beginning to understand the importance other wolves put on borders, even if he didn't understand why. Unusual for him, but he really wasn't sure exactly why he was here. It was normal for him to overthink everything before doing anything, yet here he was back skulking on the edges of Covari lands. Was he hoping to get to talk to Fiamette again? He might be, though he couldn't fathom why. She was really interesting though, especially her weirdly bright coloring. But red fur aside they'd shared a really thought provoking conversation.
The sudden crack of a stick beneath a paw that wasn't his stopped the copper-and-earth toned pup, and molten eyes surveyed the area curiously, though fearlessly despite his close proximity to another pack. Beginning to understand the importance, not fully understanding.
