Headed for a New Land

Roman simply shrugged his shoulders nonchalant; finding the flowers for her really hadn't been that big of a deal. It was just a matter of memory and recollection, both things he was pretty good at. "I kinda did. I walked by them a few minutes ago. Only happened to see them because of these." He motioned with a flick of his muzzle to the elderberry bush. While he spoke and told her just the surface of his family's past with these lands, he watched how she delicately harvested the flowers using manners only a healer would know. She didn't give herself enough credit, it seemed. She was doing a fine job. But after seeing the flush of embarrassment across her face, he decided it best to not voice the compliment, lest the poor girl have a heart attack and keel over.

He listened quietly while she explained her simple origins to him. As he had suspected, she had been a pack wolf her whole life. Nothing wrong with that, it simply made sense given their proximity to the pack in question. He was nothing if not clever, and that deduction was easy to come to. He was however keenly interested to hear that there were still more lands to the north of here. Just how big was Boreas? He'd have quite a lot of exploring to do if he wanted to follow in the footsteps of his grandfather and ancestors. There was a lot of terrain to bring the Armada name back to.

Lillith asked what he was going to do now and the steely-blue boy just shrugged his shoulders. He hadn't exactly come here with any specific objectives in mind. All he had wanted was to see the lands his family hailed from and perhaps start his life on his own out here, master the art of fighting and the science of medicine, find a pretty girl to settle down with and start a new offshoot of the Armada line. His desires were simple in nature, but complex in practice. "Dunno yet. I've only been in these lands for a couple of days." He lifted his silvery gaze from Lillith's pretty face to scan over the world around them. "I'll probably start by getting to know the area and find somewhere to build a den. Get the basics going. Y'know, food, water, that fun stuff. Then comes building a life for myself." Although he was but a yearling, the young Armada boy was already mature beyond his age and incredibly independent. It was what had inspired him to stake it out on his own so soon after turning an adolescent.

Romulus ate the last of the berries and began to walk slowly through the garden, checking around for any yarrow plants for Lillith. While he searched, he turned his eyes back to Lil, flashing her a small smile, white teeth stained a dark purple in a comical fashion from the berries he'd been eating. "I don't suppose you'd know of any good places around here a rambler might be able to build a home? Or any places I should avoid at all costs?" he asked with a soft chuckle. She was a local; she had to know these lands better than he would.

"Romulus Armada"