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It was his mother who answered the questions that he and his sisters had asked, and as the light grey boy's ears perked he padded more hurriedly forward to catch up with her. The beginnings of a smile spread across his muzzle as she spoke of their sea crossing, feeling finally a bit if excitement starting to build inside. They would get to swim in the ocean! He had known they had been born beside it, in the midst of a storm that had torn across the island no less, but their experiences near it had ended there. This was going to be exciting, getting to actually travel across it to get to the place on the other side, the place their parents had once lived before the move.

Promises were made that their crossing would be safe and sea monster free when Eirik turned slightly to peer at his sisters and father and noted someone apparently on their way to join them. The tall woman wore a purely white coat, eyes a deeper blue than that shared by his family, and though her gaze did alight on the children she had words only for their parents. It suited Eirik just fine - it was the usual talk about the kids that the adults seemed prone to - but did make him a bit impatient. They were supposed to be off on an adventure, not standing around outside of the den chatting. While Keiki almost danced around upon her paws, Eirik was the opposite, falling still and watching his parents for the first sign that they intended to keep going.

But the conversation was short, and at its close the woman offered to escort them to their new destination, a place that his father vaguely made reference to. Already he was moving again, tail starting to wag as he grinned and fell into step beside Warja. Curiously he watche her twirl the feather between her teeth, wondering how she did it but also why it was she was dragging it along with her. But that, he decided, was a small matter. They were going on an adventure, and that was much, much cooler.