A Fresh Start

Starling decided to go for a walk, mainly because there was really nothing for him to do in the winter. Motif was getting more and more pregnant so it made fight training harder and more scattered. He knew it would have to end soon, she would have her children and Starling would be off towards Sonticus for training. This was his chance to learn all he could, to become the master he needed to be...to make his father proud. He almost didn't want to leave, though. He missed his parents, missed his sisters, and soon he'd miss his brothers as well. But he needed to learn more, and the best way right now would be to go to Sonticus.

So, he went for a walk.

It was odd, he hardly ever left the pack unless he was herb hunting, so why he had decided a set of cliffs would be good for his first solo outing was...weird. But it made a tad bit of sense, didn't it? Somehow. With a gentle sigh he'd step along the stones on his more elegant paws, blinking when he saw a stranger. For a moment he wanted to turn away, to bolt from this wolf, but another part of him wanted so desperately to be brave. So he took a step forward and cleared his throat. "H-hello?" He whispered, tilting his head slightly as he moved towards him.

"Burn Baby Burn"
"Italian"