Crescat Scientia, Vita Excolatur

Milo was a well-seasoned traveler. He had been adventuring and roaming since the day he'd been thrown from his familial pack. He'd set foot places no wolf had been in years, decades—centuries, even! He was swift and agile and sure of foot. And he was lost. That's right, Milo the world venturer extraordinaire was lost. Not just a little bit lost either; the brute had absolutely no idea where he was or where he was supposed to be going. In retrospect, perhaps asking the wolf that told him Abaven was in the northeast to be a bit more specific in his cardinal directions would have been prudent, and yet he had been so excited to keep moving that he hadn't even stopped to consider that he had no idea where he was going specifically. Hmm, well this could be a bit of a problem. He hadn't even seen any other wolves for some time to ask them directions.

Frowning to himself while he followed the curve of the riverbank along the rushing white rapids, Milo resolved himself to just keep traveling northeast until he encountered something resembling a pack, or until he passed by another lupine to ask them for directions. Surely any wolf up around here would know of a prestigious learning institution tucked away to the northeastern part of the continent. All he had to do was keep walking until the solution to the problem presented itself. That was the logical approach! Whistling a jovial tune to himself while he trekked north up the western side of the river, the earthen-hued wolf did eventually come across some signs of life. Scent markers across the river tipped him off that he had stumbled upon a pack, and though he tried to remain pragmatic, a part of his overeager self couldn't held getting excited at the prospect that this could be the Abaven academy he'd heard about!

Milo picked up the pace, jogging along the riverbank while he tried to find a way to cross. Up ahead he found a spot where a series of flat river stones jutted up from the water, creating a stepping stone bridge across to the other shore. Were he not so sure of his footing, Milo would have second guessed himself. Instead, the brute hopped from stone to stone, taking his time in his crossing so as not to slip on the damp rocks. Once his paws made contact with the opposite shore and he could more distinctly smell the defined scent markers of a pack's border, Milo craned his neck back and called for someone. Perhaps he'd strike gold and even get an audience with the alpha! While he waited, Milo sat and began to prepare his sales pitch to whomever showed up. He waited the time out by examining the terrain; the flowing river, the lust grass, the woods surrounding him on all sides. It truly was lovely here! No wonder someone would want to establish a school out here!