Each day that passed since the day of that challenge, Acere could feel himself becoming more distant from the pack he called home over the last couple of seasons. Spring had begun to erupt across the lands, and he could have sworn they had been in Abaven for longer than two seasons. It certainly felt that way...so he was glad about that realization that they hadn't been there for long. It meant cutting ties would be easier. Or so he hoped. Actaea had brought up the idea of starting a pack all their own. To redeem the Praetor name and right the wrongs his brother had done. The idea had been tempting then, and it was still tempting now. He hadn't told Shaye or anyone else of his plans...the only ones that knew was him and his niece and nephew. So far. But he supposed getting the word out might help for the day he was ready to claim it. Who knew, maybe his neice and nephew were doing the same as well. But he had made it clear to keep quiet about it around Abaven. He had the feeling Shaye wouldn't like the idea and would likely do what she could to try and stop him. But he didn't think he would or could be stopped. She had shamed him in front of all of Boreas...and that was something he was not willing to let go anytime soon. speech action

The day was quiet and Gavroche enjoyed that fact. He had found solace in making a home here… on the opposite side of the lake where it seemed a family of wolves already stayed. From what he had seen at least three of them bore manes… just like certain members of his own kin. It made him feel comfortable being around other mutated creatures… even if manes were one of the more ‘acceptable’ mutations in his homeland. The winged boy was out near the water today resting in the sunlight, the warm rays lulling him into a sense of security and comfort.

Gavroche had been working as hard as he could on his studies too. In fact… he was even treating a patient. He knew his methods were the more basic ones… ones that might take longer to heal the male and might not be as effective… but Gav hoped that he would be able to speak, at least somewhat, when the winged boy was done with the treatment.

An ear twitched at the sound of pawsteps and Gavroche shifted a little, green eyes blinking open slowly. “Hnn?” He asked as gaze fell on Acere.

"Dad! Look who it is!" Ace's train of thought was stopped pretty quick when he heard Finn's voice. Glancing up, he spotted the unmistakeable form of the winged creature. He still wasn't used to seeing a wolf with wings...so he was still understandably shocked when he looked at him. The wolf was a small creature, and it was very likely that his cubs would grow a little bigger than the young boy. But even so, Ace was glad to see a familiar face. Gav was a gentle soul, even Ace could see that. He followed the foxes as they bounded around the lake to meet with the calico yearling. Ace was a little slower in following, but mostly because he didn't want to hurry in the event that Gav wanted to be left alone. Finn wasted no time in running right up to Gav with a huge grin on his face. "Heya! Aren't you a sight for sore eyes! How are ya!?" To Ace's surprise, Finn had been more or less polite with his greeting. He guessed that his teachings were paying off to some extent. As he neared Gav and his little companion, he stopped a respectable distance away and dipped his head in greeting. "Good day, Gavroche. It's a pleasure to see you again," He smiled warmly as his gaze lingered over the boys wings again. Man, that was going to take some getting used to.. speech action

The foxes were with the man he had met prior, and the young Todd was the first to speak to him. The calico boy smiled gently at him. “Well you are too you know~ I’ve been doing alright.” The winged male let his green eyes slide over towards Acere as the male spoke to him as well, gaze sliding over his wings. Gavroche knew they were strange… just like his sister’s horns. But he felt both were blessings by the great goddess Celeste and that they were meant to have them. Even if his grandmother didn’t see it that way.

“A pleasure seeing you again too, Acere! All of you, really. It’s nice to see some familiar faces. Besides Houdini’s of course. She’s sleeping in the den.” The boy had risen, stretching out his body and wings in a cat-like manner before he settled back onto the Earth. He canted his head to the side, smile remaining on his features as he shifted his gaze between the three.

“There’s a family of wolves living here… they kind of remind me of my homeland with their manes.” The boy said. “I’ve been treating a patient… he’s been wounded across the throat. He can’t speak at the moment but…” Gav smiled a bit brighter. “I’m hoping he’ll be able to once all is said and done! I’m not a master healer by any means… but my Mama taught me some things before she went missing.”

Gavroche glanced at the kits and then Ace again. “How about you guys? You going to go to that fighting tourney they’re holding?”

Imitating a wolf, Finn wagged his tail at Gav's response. Ace knew his companions adored Gavroche very much, perhaps more than they liked anyone else. He wondered if it was his size, being that Gav was a little smaller than both of them. But he doubted that was the reason. It was more likely that they liked him because of his chipper and happy-go-lucky attitude. And to be honest, Ace liked that too. The boy had an innocence about him that he could appreciate. An innocence he wished he had when he was a child. Of course, Gav wasn't a child anymore, but he was between that and a full adult. “A pleasure seeing you again too, Acere! All of you, really. It’s nice to see some familiar faces. Besides Houdini’s of course. She’s sleeping in the den.” Ace managed a small chuckle as also offered a smile. Yep. The lad was quite chipper and his personality did well to boost into a fairly good mood. The young man went on to explain that there were a couple others who reminded him of home. A family of wolves with manes, and he took a good guess at who they might be. Two of them he had met already, and he was sure that was the same family he was talking about. At the mention of his treating a patient with wounds on his throat, he quirked a brow upward in question. He wondered who that was. If it was anyone he knew. He hoped his 'patient' wasn't dangerous...the boy was too innocent. He could be easily harmed if the wrong wolf came along. "We're doing well, thanks. And it seems you've been doing well, too." He thought about the tournament thing for a brief moment before nodding, "Yes, I think I might. It would be interesting to see who shows up, and to test ourselves. Even if we don't win, it should be a good experience." speech action