Something drew him toward Abaven's territory...after that spar, remembering all the valuable things he learned from Quelt, he...sort of wanted to see him. Quelt had been his dear father after Hajime and Elsa had died. He took care of the pups, and tried to make Ixionn a king...but, things began to fall apart. Ixionn had gotten mad at him for straying his position as king, and was glad that he had left for Abaven. But now...he missed him. Even though he was three years old, he still wanted to nuzzle into Quelt's fur and laugh with him, like his old pup days. He also wanted to see Renhet or Aiko again! He missed his two sisters. And moreover, company and friends were something he needed.
But as he began to make his way toward the cliffs, a foreign aroma began to invade his nostrils. Ixionn stopped in his tracks and lifted his head, inhaling the new scent. A girl...but her aroma didn't seem familiar at all. And she was nearby, too! The boy lowered his head and glanced at the grass, thinking. But before long he was trotting up behind her, his burning orange gaze resting onto her. Her fur was creamy brown, with a white-tipped tail and some dark chocolate ears. He couldn't see her face, yet. Ixionn smiled and moved up beside her, keeping a respectful distance. "Beautiful, isn't it?"
He grinned and placed himself at the very edge, lifting his head as a gentle breeze danced around him. A cliff quite similar to this one had brought death upon his real father...but the memory was just a weak ember. He didn't let it bother him anymore.
