Aslan, like Varda had no idea how important this place had been to their parents however he was certainly more open to exploring the lands. He would continue to encourage his siblings along as best as he could and try keep close to their mother as well. It was rather different to any place the chocolate boy had seen before though it didn't mean to say it was horrible. It certainly wasn't home, the faint smells lingering throughout the lands were of strangers, not one the familiar Destruction scent he had come to know throughout Threar and Sawtooth. On his very first outing into the world he and his siblings had decided the world was big, all it seemed to do was keep on growing with far more wolves as well apparently than he had ever realised.
His days of exploring would pause again here though it seemed as his mother announced they would stop. How could anyone complain anyway when they were out of the way of that storm? He no longer felt like he had to fight the wind to stay on his paws and could certainly hear and smell things better again. One other thing the boy would realise however was how tired he now was, it was indeed the furthest he had travelled and it hadn't been an easy journey either. "What now?" He questioned as he looked to his mother, a part of him certainly hoping for sleep to be the answer, not that he knew where they would sleep, the den hadn't been able to come with them after all.
