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He never strayed far from the mountains, having been able to live off of the familiarity of them for most of his youth now. What other wolves found treacherous, steep slopes- Dominus found safe. He had been able to feed himself off the mountain goats and various birds that made these lands their home alongside him, though.. he was reaching that age where the need for discovery and conquest was becoming stronger, like some dormant strain in his DNA only just now being activated.

Faint whispers often filled his ears in forms of hallucination when he was alone, making it harder and harder for him to remain in the mountains on his own forever. He ventured further toward the East this summer, following the tracks of what he recognized as his uncle very cautiously. He had no intentions of finding Acere, nor any of the older members of his family.. but some part of him yearned to discover what ever had happened to the rest of his siblings. He missed them, though he had his doubts that they would even remember him by now. They were all so young when they were separated.

Ash clung to his toes as the mountain wolf moved across lands flatter than what he was used to, it felt so foreign to him and that is partially what thrilled his young heart. He continued on with wide, open blue eyes that perceived the world in a way that questioned the very existence of everything they devoured in their vision. What advantages did these territories hold to him if he made them his own territory, his own hunting grounds? What other wolves would be attracted to them, and would they be worthwhile? He had so many questions birthed from so little understanding of absolutely everything around him.