i can tell that we are gonna be friends

Spring had sprung and Océan was off on his very first solo mission. Maybe it wasn’t an official mission but that was what the yearling was going to call it. Ever since he met the Abaven warrior he couldn’t stop thinking about her. Yes, he could have spoken to a million and one warriors at home but she had been different. Motif was also unattainable. Knowing he couldn’t just go out and ask her questions was a little frustrating.

Now that he was a year old and had his freedom however, the young Ancora boy was ready to go. He wasn’t the greatest navigator, and as he crossed Winterfell’s borders on his own he realized that he didn’t actually know where Abaven was. He knew east and the sun rose in the east so he just started going east.

He didn’t realize when he started how difficult the trip would be. He wasn’t much of a hunter, he didn’t really know where he was going either. Océan was confident in his ability to return though, and so far he hadn’t had to backtrack. He avoided the mountains as best that he could, but he still made his way over the tall foothills. By the time he got anywhere near the Eastern pack he felt like he was going to collapse. With heaving breaths the boy lowered himself to the ground as evening began to give way to night. Maybe he’d find it in the morning.