(OOC: rum is no longer in Valhalla, excuse his valhallan tag) The black and white male had left his home in Valhalla, and though he wanted to die alone, he wanted someplace he could be someone. And Valhalla was full of a memory long lost in the burning lava where he grew up. The home he left, the family he abandoned, what he was doing once again. But this time, it was different. He wasn't going to be a burden on his mother and sister, he was going to make them suffer by watching him slowly die. He was doing something nice for them, they didn't know that he was sick or dying, but Pepper pretty much got the gist of it. As for his mother, Morgan, she hadn't got a clue what was going on. Of course her and her new mate moved from Valhalla too. Rum wasn't quite sure where they were going to settle. And pepper was still roaming about these lands, who knew where she was off to. Well, the large, 3 year old, fully grown brute ventured to the most northern parts of Alacritis, completely opposite of Valhalla. He had to start somewhere, right? And with an alliance so strong such as Glaciem and Valhalla, they might allow him to stay for a week or so and question his stay here. With eyes of maroon and navy, they scanned the white winter plains, a frost of flurries crested on the lands of Glaciem. And his white maw lifted to the air as his cry let out across the empty air. WALK "TALK" THINK

She was out exploring again. Glaciem was such a big place that she was able to explore a new place practically every day. She wanted to know her new home better than she knew the back of her paws, but it would take her some time to discover it all. It was like a winter wonderland for the yearling, the perfect place for a growing young woman to grow up in. Russet and obsidian paws carried the young girl out and away from her den for the day, her goal to explore somewhere new in Glaciem. She'd only just been out for a few minutes when a howl broke the quiet silence of the morning, catching the yearling's attention. She didn't stop, merely adjusted her course to follow where the source of the call was coming from. By the intonation she could tell it was male, but the voice didn't sound familiar to her at all. Neither did the scent that an incoming breeze brought to her. Ever the curious one, Seraphiel didn't take long to spot the owner of the call, a black and white man with interesting bi-colored eyes of navy and maroon. She stopped several yard away from, watching him curiously, crown tilted to the right, watching him. Would he approach her? Talk like this