what a year & what a night

Cador Adravendi was growing stronger - and he was beginning to live up to the name that he carried. He was larger now, having clearly undergone a growth spurt recently, and his legs were bulkier, with unfamiliar muscles developed during their desperate flight from Valhalla and the following days. He had been reluctant to leave his family at first, but now that he had left Valhalla for the first time, Cador was beginning to understand just how much more there was to Alacritia than he'd realized before. And so he'd wandered from his family's 'home' in the west and headed south. It was a new direction - a new adventure, per say. Exploration was something that Cador was coming to enjoy.

When the youngster found himself standing at the edge of a pack's territory, he came to a sudden stop, purple eyes widening a little. He had known, of course, that Valhalla was not the only pack to exist, but to stumble across another one was a new and exciting experience. To be fearful was not something that occurred to him - no, he was an Adravendi after all, and he carried the confidence that all Adravendis seemed to posses in Cador's experience. It was as of yet untested, and perhaps unearned, but he stood tall anyways. He would fill his fathers pawprints one day, of that Cador was certain. Like Leon, Cador would protect his sisters and mother, shielding them from the world if he had to.

Despite his big thoughts, he didn't let out more than a soft yip to announce his presence at the borders. Cador didn't want to catch the attention of an Alpha or anything - but any wolves in his immediate vicinity might here the soft noise that the almost yearling had made.

"Speech"
'thoughts'