The Birth of Something Great

Little Revenant was practically abuzz with excitement! His first time leaving pack lands; wow! For the longest time, the obsidian and silver little boy would gaze at the mainland from the island's shores, wanting to go exploring and see the vast wide world with his own eyes, traverse the lands with his own four paws. Now he would finally get that chance! Bounding from one side of the wagon to the other for the duration of the trip, Revenant "ooh"ed and "aah"ed at every sight they passed, from the dense aspen forest to the cedar woods, the rushing water of the falls, and then the expansive plains with the massive castle right in the middle of it all. The trip was long and the overwhelming excitement was tiring, but the boy managed to stay up and alert for the entirety of the trip, doing his best to keep from fighting with Morendo or Orthrus just for fun. Orthrus was a goody-two-shoes, and Morendo wouldn't stop that obnoxious singing thing he was trying to do, so really he deserved it.

As they neared the borders of Hallowed lands, Revenant suddenly picked up the scent of many different wolves he didn't know. Trying to climb up over the side of the wagon to get a better view, he recoiled a bit when his father's stern gaze fell on them, ordering their best behavior. "Yes, Dad," he agreed, though much less enthusiastically than Rusalka or Orthrus did. Was he not always on his best behavior? Hmph! Half dangling out of the wagon, Revenant gazed about with excited eyes scanning the world around him, wondering just what sort of wonders awaited them.

"Revenant"