Where the wild dogs play

Xephyris tilted his head as Rivaxorus posed a question. His brow furrowed. Did the boy intend to follow in his mother's pawprints and lead a pack someday? He was surprised that Riv would ask him if he'd follow him. The boy had a certain confidence to him, making Xeph smirk. "I can't say for certain who I'll be following," he responded with a slight shake of his head, unsure of what his future held, "But one thing I'm certain of, I can be an ally to you, and anyone close to you." That meant he would have to get to know more of Riv's family. He needed to attach himself to someone, make something of himself. Things hadn't turned out how he'd thought, but he wasn't about to give up on his desire to become a protector or guardian.

"Well, if you're going to Fiori, why don't I tag along?" he asked, shrugging his shoulders, "Just know I grow restless when life becomes to peaceful, so I may not stay. But if you and your kin are ever in need, just send for me." He nodded his head, acknowledging that he'd finished speaking. It may not have been exactly the answer that Riv had hoped for, but it was still something. An offer of allegiance. "Anyways, I've never been to Fiori, so you will have to lead the way," he said, smirking still, "So, I guess I'm following you after all." With a full belly now, he was ready to move on.