The young boy was slowly growing into the adult he wanted to become, but once more, he would wonder what it was like outside the territory. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of adventuring filling his paws the moment he left his familiar homelands. He remembered tales his parents had told him of his cousins who ruled over Abaven not far from where they stood, and it was with this knowledge that he would seek them out. He wanted to see things with his own eyes so he could have a better understanding of what was to happen when he came of age, should his father ever choose him to lead an expedition or maybe send him on a diplomatic mission.
The boy was still trying to find his niche, and perhaps leaving the lands of Threar would help him do just that. The mostly ivory boy would approach the borders that carried a strange yet somewhat familiar scent to them. He would poke his nose out, sniffing along the borderlines. He drew a deep breathe, contemplating to call for his cousins.