It had only been a handful of days since Epiphron had reunited with her family. Once she had been content to stay wrapped up close to her father's side, enjoying the comfort of her siblings, even her adopted ones, curled against her. But she was growing older, and with her maturity came not only a need to meet creatures outside of her lineage, and outside of her pack hierarchy, but wanderlust had begun to creep into her veins. It was a need she had never experienced, and she felt compelled to satisfy its nagging urges. And now was the time to do it, if ever, while she had no real responsibilities, save for the decision of which rank she wanted to train towards.

Since the destruction of Valhalla's old home, Epiphron had been forced to grow up more quickly than she expected. Only a few weeks before, she had been very much a child, shielded from most of the horrors that the world had to offer. How much had changed in such a short time span! The literal demise of her old home had been devastating and eye-opening to Epiphron; she had been forced to travel for days on sore paws, not knowing whether much of her family had perished or survived.

Of course, they had been lucky -- none of the Adravendis had fallen. In many ways, it was unsurprising, due to their persevering nature. But she had still found herself growing almost instantaneously wiser following the event. She was no longer a pup with no worries in the world; she was a valuable member of the Valhalla pack, and while that was a daunting thought, it was also exciting. While many would feel restrained under the pressure, Epiphron found herself thrilled at the prospect of being looked up to.

But she hadn't made her mind of yet as to her fate. It was such an important decision, and one she wasn't going to make on a whim. It would decide what she would do for the pack, and who she would potentially influence. The best way for her to consider the possibilities was when she was away from the company of others. Combined with her wanderlust, her need for solitude had brought her far from her homelands.

Step by step, one red-furred paw after another white one, led the female further away from her family. The land seemed to welcome her with open arms. Overhead she heard the gentle chirping of birds, alerting her of spring's rapid approach. Though the morning air was still frigid, the sun gently shone over the land, melting the last of the snow and bringing the earth to life, as though it had been sleeping soundly for many months. Epiphron felt more alive than ever before, her pace increasing as she found herself further away from home. The sun seemed to follow her, rising in the sky as she ran with graceful fluidity. The sharp wind lashed against her face, refreshing albeit being frigid cold. What a picturesque display of young beauty; she knew it, too, running with her head proudly held on strong shoulders, tail curled above her back even as she ran with such speed. It wasn't long before her pace slowed, as the horizon began to meld with the sea, making it hard to distinguish between the two.

The delta lay before her, one of the larger rivers that ran through the land of Alacritis letting out into the ocean. The scene was truly breathtaking; overhead the gulls sang, though the sky wasn't clear, instead littered with clouds and the occasional glimpse of the sun. Though she was quite cold, the feeling of the salty ocean water was still refreshing against her paws. Gingerly she waded a bit further into the ice-cold water, relishing in the salty waves, though it chilled her to the bone.

The brute had been traveling for days and he did not exactly know where he was going. But the wolf did know that he had stumbled on a great land. In all of his travels after his release his cobalt blue gaze had not seen another wolf, or a wild one perhaps. Well he was a wild wolf in a way, born wild is how he was linked to it. But after spending some time in the zoo as a pup he had used to think the cages had kept him safe. But the true lie behind that was that they were used as something for the other humans to just look at. The old wolf was right, that was no way to live. He recalled the elder's story of how he had been in the zoo.

Born into the zoo forever longing to be a wild and free wolf. It was only when the old wolf had died were his last words directed at his young friend. Scipio had promised him to do whatever the wolf hadn't been able to do in the wild. Then and there the brute recalled his name, the old wold had been called Saber. Oh how he missed his old friend.

Scipio sighed as he continued walking through the forest. How many of his kind were left, surely his golden fur was a sign that he was different. But no matters, no reason to judge for he did not judge others. The male shook out his fur and the orange tag on his left ear flopped as he did so.

"S42..." he murmured to himself.

That sequence was his identity as a pup and until his release. But Jenny had never called him that. The brute stood still and smiled at what she had called him Liber which meant free in Roman; and now here he was a free wolf. But without her he would be dead with his parents. Here Scipio was, as healthy as a horse with his brother Tucker out there somewhere.He wondered if some would mistake his brother for him, but both of the brothers shared their handsome looks.

As he kept on walking a salty smell hit his nose, he was close to a body of water that seemed to integrate with the ocean. The golden boy smiled and started to run towards the scent. The brute then halted abruptly as he noticed another wolf in the water. Scipio tilted his head in curiosity as his cobalt blue gaze landed on the other wolf. This was the first wild wolf he had seen in a while. Was it hostile, friendly, he did not know. Oh how he had been so deprived of what a normal wolf should have had. Just a normal life.

So the brute stepped out of the forest into the open and introduced himself.

"Hello,my name is Scipio" he said with a friendly smile.

It seemed as though every time Epiphron wandered outside of the borders of Valhalla, she encountered some new individual. For now, she was alone, and thoroughly thankful. The princess stood tall as the water lapped gently at her paws, her sapphire gaze scanning the horizon with keen interest. How far did the water go, she wondered? It seemed infinity. It made the female feel smaller than she ever had, staring out into the vast expanse of water that lay before her. In some ways, it was comforting, rather than terrifying. However, her moment of serenity was broken by the sound of an approaching stranger. The female shifted to face the male, eyes scanning the male. He was a bit strange looking, different than anyone she had ever met before. She inhaled his scent as he approached, noting that it was completely unfamiliar. The princess smiled politely, dipping her head briefly to the one who called himself Scipio. "It's a pleasure, Scipio. I am Epiphron Adravendi, of the Valhalla pack." Her words fell effortlessly from her tongue, the tones emitting from slightly parted jaws as she gazed at him with slight curiosity.