I'm getting Stronger!

Habit was a hard thing to break, especially for Arwel. Every morning he would rise before the sun, a daily routine beginning, though with a bit of alterations now a days. A good stretch, just as a precaution since he was getting older, a drink of water, and he was on his way. It was hard to believe he had already reached six years of age... life had certainly moved on, merciless in stealing time from him. Finally things were moving in a much more positive direction. He had a home, for the first time in his life, and a new family of wolves to protect. They weren't related by blood, though he had hopes his sister would reappear, but Arwel would do everything he could for them all the same.

For now he was set at a hunter rank which suited him fine. The male had a good amount of experience in the area under his belt, though not so much with a pack. But there was still time for him to learn new things -- he wasn't quite an elder yet! Arwel's cerulean eyes were shining brightly as he moved toward the lake territory that the pack had claimed. He had been here once before, exploring, getting to know the terra, though he hadn't expected to catch the strong scents of two pack members. Others were up at this hour?

The russet and black would come upon two members of his pack sure enough, a female and a male, both he recognized from the gathering on the island and had taken notice of on the travel to Valhallen lands. The older male would approach both, dipping his head in greeting. "A wonderful morning to you both." He would lift his head. "Would three be a crowd? If so I can move on." His words were calm and warm towards his fellow Valhalla members.