Tyranis Tyranis walked along the top of the cliffs, looking out to the sea with an expression of controlled neutrality. He had grown to be at shoulder height with his mother an although he still had a lot of growing to do he considered himself big enough to wander out of the pack lands unescorted. Ever since Bass’s departure the young boy had made several trips outside of the pack on his own, and so far no one seemed to have noticed, or if they had, they hadn’t said anything or told anyone to stop him. He watched the waves roll in, heard the squawk of seagulls and felt the salty breeze run through his fur. It was beautiful, and for once he finally felt at ease. No annoying sisters, no negligent mother, no failed alphas. Only him and his thoughts. He continued to walk along the cliffside, his tail waving behind him as he stepped through the coarse seaside plants. He had needed to stop to pluck some of the thorny burrs from his paws but otherwise he felt entirely undisturbed, and calm. Speech

Frost had decided to take an exploration trip outside of the pack lands, still determined to find where exactly his sister had gone. He had tracked her into Ardent before he had gotten majorly sidetracked. Now he had a more involved life then he had ever thought and with him spending more time with Star he would be getting a much more involved life. With spring here the gypsy male was feeling a bit restless, another reason he liked Lirim so much. He could come and go as pleased, travel then come home. So today he had slipped away and decided to go towards the sea. The tall male took an easy pace taking in his surroundings as he went and also being the hunter he was taking in the different scents he came across. As he went on the smell of salt water filled his nose and he smiled remembering the days of being a pup. The time he had spent with his parents and the sights he had seen as they traveled. The sea always brought back one of his first times from the den, when he was real little and had fallowed his father. His father liked to take him with him on his sort travels from the clan and the boy loved it. Smiling the male pushed on to the cliffs and as he got closer to the tip his eyes landed on a young male. Giving a soft bark to let the young male know of his presence the tall male approached. "Hello there" he greeted with a wag of his tail. "Talk" & 'Think"

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Tyranis His ears twitched and he turned to face the male, his expression one of calm neutrality. His tail flicked to the side pensively as he came closer and he lowered his head in greeting. “Hello sir.” He said politely. The male didn’t seem to be a threat or if he was they were close enough to the border that he could call for help. His nose twitched as the ale came closer, his scent reminded him of Kane although it was far more present on the russet male than it had been on him. He wondered momentarily if the man was his father, they did after all both have red eyes, but for the time being he kept the question to himself. “Can I help you with something?” He asked, flicking his ear as he waited for an answer. He was still young but was eager to put his skills at diplomacy to the test, especially if he hoped to someday rule Abaven. Speech

The younger male greeted him as he approached taking a seat not far from him, his reddish gaze looking to the male as he asked if he could help him with something. He wondered if the male was more familiar with these parts then he was, perhaps he could give him some in site to the east. He was interested to get to know the other packs, even if he felt he would be staying in Lirim instead of his original plans to create a pack. He had felt even if he started a pack the elders would refuse to join, stuck in their ways of traveling constantly. Plus he was growing closer then ever to Star and had hopes to settle down with her. "Well I was hoping to familiarize myself with the East better. I live in a pack in the West." he said. "Do you live around here?" He was hoping the male would be willing to chat, though maybe Frost disturbed him from relaxing. If he didn't want to talk it wouldn't be a big deal, but Frost would still seek to find out info about the East. "Talk" & 'Think"

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“Yes, in Abaven.” He said, his voice not quite as shrill as a young pup’s but lacking the deep baritone of an adult.“It’s the largest pack in the East.” He said with just a touch of pride “It runs from the rustling thicket t the serpent plains. We’re not far from the borders actually, you should be able to sense it.” He said, his tail flicking idly. The man’s scent wasn’t completely unfamiliar to him; while the scent of Lirium was much stronger on Frostbite than it had been on Kane- the mysterious yearling he met in the Winter- the scent of a flourishing valley was easily recognized. There was something about the male’s face that tugged at his memory although he couldn’t quite place how, some faint part of him shouted “Derecho” and he instantly felt heat rise into the base of his heart, although truth be told, had the male been painted grey, there might have been a resemblance in the sturdy look of the male’s eyes. He realized he had simply been standing there, his eyes narrowing slightly as his sister crossed his memory hand cleared his throat to shake himself from his stupor “Sorry, I haven't introduced myself." He said with a brief if not a bit forced laugh. "My name is Tyranis.” He said with a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Tyranis Wreckage.” speaking You

He closed the distance between them, though gave plenty of space so the younger male didn't feel that he was invading. His gaze looking down towards the ocean as the male spoke explaining about his pack. Before Lirim Frost had traveled and he hadn't spent to much time in the east, but the pack that was explained did sound fairly large, claiming three territories when Lirim only had two. He nodded letting the other know he was all ears and taking in the words that he spoke. The younger male stated he should be able to sense that they were near one of the borders and he let his senses go to work. Nose twitched as he took in the scents, faint but there the male could smell the pack border and he nodded in agreement with the other. Lifting his gaze slightly he looked over the distant ocean as silence drifted between the two, his mind going over the information. Unaware of the staring he didn't realize that the other saw a bit of family resemblance in him. He then spoke again, but his introduction brought confusion and surprise to his eyes, shaking him from his thoughts to look over at Tyranis. 'Wreckage........ But who?' his mind swirled before his eyes narrowed slightly, taking in the boys looks to try and figure out his parents. Frost was sure there was no Wreckage he hadn't met, though he had left the clan some time ago so there was certainly new blood he had missed. The boy was big in size, and by his assumptions would grow to be close to his own height, his coloration of greys and blacks did match his older siblings and a chunk of his extended family, but it still didn't tell him who the boy was. To much of the father in him was blocking the true realization. "Frostbite Wreckage..... I'm curious, who would your parents be?" he asked curiosity in his tone. "Talk" | 'Think'

His eyes opened wide as the male introduced himself as a fellow Wreckage. He was family somehow, really the first relative he had seen as far as he knew.  “…who would your parents be?” the male asked, and he felt his heart clench just a bit. “M-my mother’s name is storm.” He said, unsure of how to explain to the other male that by all rights he was a bastard. He swallowed a lump in his throat and looked out into the sea beside him. “I never knew my father.” He muttered, almost as if he were confessing to a crime. He glanced at the male shyly and cleared his throat to break the oppressive silence that had sprouted between them. What would this relative of his think of his mother rutting with some anonymous male? He had always wondered how he came to be sired but had never been able to work up the nerve to ask. There had been a point where he was content to simply love Bass as a father and in his early days had wondered if perhaps he was their father and had simply kept his relationship with his mother- whatever it could possibly be- a secret. It wasn’t until he saw the Primo’s legitimate children that he realized that simply wasn’t possible. Both Bass and his mother had light coats and if Frostbite was a direct relative of him it only proved to serve that his stormy colored coat could nt have come from her and Bass’ union. Speaking Thinking You