FREEDOM (Oh, and a little drowning)

Cador hadn't explored much of Valhalla, to be honest. Most of the time, he was content to stick around his family, playing with his sisters (and keeping an eye on them) as much as possible. But Cador had wandered from his family on this day, heading out into the great unknown for the first time. Sure, he'd been outside of his den before, but Cador had not wandered this far, and he was shocked to see how much Valhalla had to offer. Why, the world was even larger than it had seemed that first day he'd left the den! Which was impressive, because Cador had been rather in awe of the world's size. It didn't bother him much, however. The world might have been large, but Cador Adravendi could face its greatest challenges, and he wasn't about to back down.

With that in mind, the pup had gone off in search of some fun. His sisters were both safe for the moment, engaged in their business with their mother watching over them, and that meant that Cador had some room to breathe. He had found himself wandering throughout Valhalla's territory, taking comfort in the familiar scents of Erani and the other pack wolves that surrounded him, even this far from their den. He could still pick up traces of his father in the area if he sniffed really hard, which gave Cador more confidence. Why, if his father could make this journey, then so could he.

It seemed to take an eternity for Cador to stumble across Wolfpaw Lake. And when he finally did, he found his amethyst gaze settling on the shapes of a white wolf towing a smaller pup to shower. Cador padded forward curiously, ears flopping to the side as he cocked his head slightly. "Can I help?" The youngster offered from the shore, surprisingly calm for witnessing something that could have ended in death. But Cador didn't really comprehend death, and at any rate, he was sure that he could help! He was Cador Adravendi, after all. There had to be something he could do.

"Speech"
'thoughts'