Every single time, it happens.

Gradually he was starting to forget. The pale form of the mother he idolized so, her gentle words and soothing voice, it was all reduced to murmurs. Although he had not realized it, Aeron had grown - he was a year old now, and maturing faster than he could properly keep up with. He missed his siblings, he had figured out at least that much while traveling alone - and yet he lacked the initiative to search for them. Jacques and Silana and Seraphine, he wondered whether he would recognize them if he came across them. He barely recognized his own reflection when he glanced at it in pools of water.

The rippling tides had shown him he looked much more slim than the wolves that he occasionally ran into. His face was sharp and narrow, and his skinny body made his legs look far longer than they really were. He was a bit disheveled, caring nothing about his appearance, only taking it into consideration as he did all else. Briefly, and with a nonchalant attitude that was far from natural or normal.


It was with this same attitude that he traveled the islands. Each one was so different, and none of them had been mentioned to him previously. His mother had not cooed stories of little floating territories, the murmurs did not whispered tales of tiny kingdoms on the sea. And yet here they were. Aeron couldn't help but be perplexed. That little luring hint of a curiosity carried him further and further, until he reached this once speck and now somewhat larger land mass. His ears twitched, hearing soft fluttering in the distance. Fluttering that was followed by a small group of birds emerging from the trees.


White birds, they reminded him of something beautiful, but it was a bit strange. Why were so many roosting here? His curiosity piqued, he traveled closer to where the birds had come from, only to realize that he wasn't here alone. The avians had been scared by another of his kind. Another wolf.


Using the little he had learned from interactions with other wolves, he stood before the red eyed brute, staring passively with his own bi-colored ones. "I am Aeron." No, that didn't seem right - furrowing his brows, he quickly tried again. "Um... hello? I didn't think anyone else would be on these floating territories." They seemed to float, to simply rise out of the sea. For a young brute that knew nothing of how landmasses were created it was completely illogical and a bit of a miracle.