He followed mother like he was her literal shadow, Ripper just behind him as they made their way toward the Shimmering Shore. One of those Dunamis wolves followed along as well, and he was sure that a couple of the others weren't far behind. Eerie crimson gaze watched their surroundings, noting how the sky remained moonless, sunless, and starless under its crimson veil. Ears twitched as he listened to the ocean and breeze, the salty sea air making his coat feel weird and sticky.
He shook out his coat as he giggled, paws haphazardly moving across the ground as his thin frame seemed to float across the ground under the darkness. When they arrived, he noticed the winding channels, and he couldn't recall them being here during his lost Austerian travels. Head tilted far to the left as he studied them, noting how the ground seemed like it was shifting beneath their feet. One ear cocked as the Dunamis male spoke. His maw split into a grin as he moved past him. "Aww, he's not afraid, is he?" He cackled as noted Atticus' demeanor.
