The new pups had been born now, of course his mother wasn't quite back on her feet yet which meant that there was still plenty to do to help out with the pack. Even so, Aslan couldn't resist taking a few quiet moments for himself, slipping free of the lands for a while and a little chance to explore beyond those ever familiar borders.
Every now and then he'd meet someone new on his travels, sometimes even old faces he hadn't seen for quite some time. He wouldn't recognise either of the two wolves he spotted now; Lark he hadn't really seen before, and if at all it was only a brief glance during a visit to Abaven when the boy was young, certainly not an official meeting. Azula however wasn't familiar at all to him at all, it was safe to say he hadn't seen her before. He'd watch as the pair collided, a safer distance away himself that he could stop and was not about to add to the crash. He wouldn't intervene as the girl informed the larger boy to watch where he was going, though it amused him a little; she was the one scolding yet was the one more at fault here.
