the adventure of [unnamed hero]

Sota's journeying lately had been aimless, taking him every which way all across Boreas, as if he was a leaf on the wind. He had no real goal in mind, though he hoped once he found one that it would become obvious. Such a life, of wandering and taking each day at a time, well... truthfully it wasn't really his style, but he'd changed a lot since leaving the Songa, so much that he wasn't really sure he knew what he really wanted anymore. Only time would tell, he supposed.

Before him now stood a large grove of trees with bark as white as snow. A distinct smell marked the land before him as belonging to a pack, and Sota had no intentions of trespassing; he hadn't even really meant to get this close to a pack's borders in the first place, if he was being honest. Lifting his tiny head to the sky, he examined the tall trees and the white vines that stretched across the forest like a canopy. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a flash of white, accompanied by an exclamation he couldn't quite catch.

Curious, he redirected himself, ever-wary of the borders as the yearling came into view. "I love the mask!" Sota called out in lieu of a greeting, grinning from ear to ear as he got closer to the small female. What he wouldn't give for a thing like the mask she wore! Though... his markings were distinct enough that hiding his face did little good anyway. "Sorry if I'm interrupting anything, I just heard someone talking. My name's Sota."