Can I sense you're soul?

He'd ventured far from home this time. Partly he was still avoiding his mother, giving her whatever time she needed to cool down and unwilling to risk facing her while she was still - in his opinion - being unreasonable and likely to get into an argument with, but also out of pure curiosity and the joy of unfettered travel. He found himself in an icy cold unlike anything the southern-bred yearling had been in before, and he reveled in it even as he shivered beneath his grey-toned pelt. He'd found himself on a shore with land visible across the water, and he could not contain his curiosity. It drove him into the icy waters despite the biting cold that quickly soaked through his coat and tried to drag him down, and it drove him to fight through until his paws touched savagely cold ground once more. He tilted his head back admiringly, gazing around at the ice-coated trees and shrubs that adorned the island, but his eyes caught on a brown form that the island clearly had not come by naturally, a splash of red blood from a recent kill, and Tornach cautiously moved forward to investigate. A younger boy, not yet even a yearling to judge by the shape of his body, but showing signs that he might someday soon grow to be every inch as tall as Tornach himself. Tornach tilted his head to the side, narrowing blue eyes in concentration as he came upon the boy. There was something familiar about him... Oh. The boy looked a lot like Tornach's cousin Arian, his Aunt Epiphron's daughter, who Tornach had met a couple times when he was quite young, and smelled of the same scents that she had. "Dia dhuit," he greeted the boy politely when he stopped within easy speaking distance.