Okay so this was a new one... he'd somehow found himself squished between two packs, walking as carefully as he could not to be crossing their borders but there were places that the borders were practically on top of each other and it was his own damn stubbornness that kept him moving... until now. He was pretty not happy with the way this journey was going, he'd found a spot where there was a space between the borders and he had decided that this was a good place to take a break. Current Hyacinth was pretty damn upset with past Hyacinth for thinking that... since he was now stuck trying to keep going, knowing that there wasn't too much more to see, the hint of the sea was on the air... Or go back, which didn't really sound all that appealing. "Talk" "Listen" Think

Ardyn Cadeyrn Aodhán Phoenix Adravendi

It had taken a lot of convincing to get his mother to let him go on patrol after his foolishly brave rush to the defense of a fellow pup up in the Rocks. She’s finally agreed, on the condition that both her father’s companions – Loshir’s parents – ghost him from with in the mists. Her reasoning was that it was unlikely a predator would be stupid enough to wander between two packs, even if several had been eager to prove such hopes wrong in the past two years. Ardyn, however, was happy to have a quiet day. His shoulder had scabbed over, and Paladin had remarked that he might not scar too badly. His blood, now that it was scabbed up and dry, had stopped glowing. In fact, it had even turned the natural red color of any wolf’s blood. To look at the scabs you’d never know that his blood glowed like liquid golden sunlight. And he liked it that way. He was padding through the miasma, practicing moving silently. It was easier with his front paws. He could flex and contract his hand-like paws to squeeze into soft patches of moss and avoid dry terrain. He could also grip the wall’s stones for extra balance when he walked up top for a better view. The two mountain lions padded behind and ahead, out of his direct line of sight, but close enough to materialize from the fog at any sign of real trouble. Color faded into sight ahead, and Ardyn paused, squinting. It was a wolf, not someone he knew. The wolf was very large, maybe taller than his father and grandfather by several inches, and he looked unhappy. But he was on the outside of the pack territory. He was also not on Aerie territory. Ardyn gestured to Lyr, and the glowing piebald raven glided ahead, dropping to land on the wall near the stranger and croaking, head cocking to regard the man with one round, beady eye, the blue one, in this case. Ardyn dropped from sight, assuming the raven had captured the man’s attention, and slipped up behind the wall, waiting to see what might happen next. Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think