The yearling was back in Alacritis, his heart hardened slightly, towards the Armada family, his family, and the mother that had betrayed him. She had left him! That was unforgivable. He'd kept to the south of the land, exploring the massive continent, wanting to meet other wolves- wanting to convince himself that there was indeed life beyond the Armada's. He could be his own wolf, couldn't he? He had grown- reaching near full height at a year, his silvery blue coat was sleek, no longer carrying the soft puppy fluff. Amber eyes were still surrounded by the mask that he inherited from his mother, he looked the same- just matured, older. Still he was nearly confident that his family wouldn't care to look for him, and perhaps they wouldn't recognize him. As much as he loathed the north, since the empire held within in it- his mother, he did intend to go north and properly sever ties with his father, and his father's empire. He wanted to become his own person, wanted to make his name known, and he couldn't do that in the north where he spent his time hating his mother.. could he? He almost had forgotten he was still walking, lost in the rambling that was his mental mantra. Shaking his head, he glanced about him- realizing that he was now among some thick grasses, pushing through them, he picked his head up staring out over them, he could scent someone else, so he came to a halt- glancing around. "Who is there?" He called questioningly, his voice firm and commanding. Glancing about him, he waited for the stranger to make their appearance known. Speech,

It was the first time he had been off the island where he was born. Having gotten here upon the back of Higinia's marine mammal friend, who was so kind as to offer him a ride to the mainland. He had arrived a few hours ago. Bright green eyes soaking in everything he saw as he raced across the sands and into the lands beyond. He would arrive upon a territory unknown, the mainland much bigger then he thought. He was amazed by all he saw, trees and fields and mountains everywhere he looked. He was enthralled by it all, and he wondered what else he would find on his adventure. Massive paws would step upon the grass of a place where it grew in large expanses. He didn't know where he was, but he didn't care. He didn't know what was here, so caution was his first step. He wasn't about to be taken off guard by a stranger or dangerous creature, no. Even with his current thirty five inches and counting, he was not going to be a chew toy today. He wandered quietly through the grasses, ears alert and his body low. He scanned the undergrowth, though all there was in his sights was the grass as it got taller and taller. The scents of many strange things was all around him, both prey and wolf. "Who is there?" He froze, rooted to the spot. Someone else was here? A voice, he had never heard before. It was obvious it wasn't any of his other siblings, they had remained on the safety of the island as far as he knew. He raised his head, deep blue and gold pelt rising just above the grass that hid him, and he would see a pair of ears rising above the vegetation. Curious, he moved forward, pushing through until he had nearly stepped face to face with a pair of red eyes masked by silver and black. A tilt of his head and full forward ears would show his curiosity, he was not at all afraid. Instead, he was intrigued. All he had known were those of his family, the blues and golds of their pelts and even the red of his Aunt Sibelle's. "Erm...Hi, who are you?" Talk like this

He would come face to face with perhaps the most curious looking wolf that he'd ever laid eyes on. A figure rose from the tall grass, and his ears pricked forward. A cobalt blue wolf with gold stripes, and even a gold moon arose from the grass. He hadn't realized such colors were possible. Blinking his amber eyes, his ear flicked as the other boy spoke. 'Erm hi, who are you?' The yearling looked over the other wolf, his head tilting to the side slightly. "I'm Genesis Armada. Who are you?" He questioned slightly, slowly over-coming the shock of the surely unique designs on the others coat. He had seen strange colors before, the Armada family weren't exactly the most normal looking wolves, but nothing had ever been this striking. His tail moved around him, wagging slightly in the air, as he smiled in a friendly manner, wondering if this strange looking male could indeed be a friend. This other wolf certainly seemed close to his age, at least in height he was close if not the same. Genesis couldn't really tell how much discrepancy, there was at the angle he was facing. This stranger had striking green eyes, a color so vivid that Genesis couldn't recall ever seeing it before. His curiosity was definitely peaked, at the strangers appearance. Who was he? Speech,