Now that he had crossed the Bifrost, he found himself lingering much longer than he thought he would. This land was so much larger than Auster. He knew most of the island back to front, but he could get truly lost in Boreas. Just another face in the crowd. Katsurō found the thought strangely comforting. Fewer expectations, no one to disappoint. He'd split off from his siblings beneath the watery red light of the sun after they'd run circles around that strange land where the spires stretched towards the skies. As much as they'd tried, the place resisted their attempts to make sense of it. It remained a frustrating unanswered question, and he was hungry. This place had called to him, in part because it lay in stark contrast to the desolation of that other place. Life flourished here. It was the height of summer, and does grazed alongside their spring progeny. Fat rabbits darted in and out the tall grasses. Everything carried on as normal, as if there weren't a blood red sun high above their heads. Kat grunted and sank into a hunter's crouch, slinking through the tall grass as he tried to set his sights on some easy prey. A growing boy had to eat. "speech"

New to this land, it was Stars job to investigate and to learn. It was her intent to learn every little thing that she could about Auster and Boreas alike. A scout, or spy if you wanted to be a dick about it, needed to know everything. How else could she gauge the weather of the continent? Or know the best hunting trails? How could she help her cousin with war plans without knowing the terrain? She couldn't. And so, Starchild was on a path of learning. The valley was large and sweeping. The grass here was rich and the herbivores seemed to know it. Every step she took, deer, elk, bison and more seemed to raise their heads to look at her. One little wolf though, she didn't seem like much of a threat. That was fine and dandy. Just ignore her. Star moved to the babbling stream and lowered her head to take a drink. Cyan eyes scanned the opposite bank and she noted several large bison getting a little rowdy with one another. One big bull pushed another into the stream and the striped lady was splashed. With a sound of disgust she danced backwards, then shook out her tri-colored coat. God damn heathens... "Starchild"

With the high heat of summer, plenty of beasts were out and about with their new young. It was a dangerous time. Grazing animals could be surprisingly aggressive if they thought their young were threatened... which he supposed he intended to do. Threaten them. Kat slunk along, darting between the grasses, before he caught sight of a large herd of bison. They splashed and grunted through the water, casting their water upon a female around his age. She danced back gracefully, shaking out her striped fur. Katsurō lurched to an uncharacteristically stilted stop, still in his hunter's crouch. He'd been tracking a rabbit but he'd lost the scent entirely now. He changed his path, slinking closer towards her but keeping a healthy distance. Kat hadn't met anyone in Boreas yet, had barely ever interacted with anyone outside of his family. He wasn't quite sure how to be. "Careful," he rasped, motioning towards the herd with a massive paw. All of him was still too big. He looked like a boy wearing his father's coat, but it was body, and he couldn't take that off easily. "They're violent this time of year, to protect their young," he cautioned. In between the hulking bodies of the heifers and their bull, you could spy the spindly legs of their calves. "speech"

Cyan eyes cut to the side as a young brute approached, offering insight as to the behavior of the stupid herbivores. Peeling from the underbrush came Dundee, stalking stiff legged with a snarl on his pointy muzzle. The tasmanian devil placed himself between Star and the boy, clearly intent on causing physical harm if the wolf even tried to touch his mistress. A word uttered in Greek soothed the little creature enough that he stopped snarling, but he certainly didn't stop sneering. Dundee took his duty as her defender very seriously.

A gentle breeze ruffled the rich green grasses, thankfully pushing the stench of the bison away and bringing with it the scent of sweet grass and fresh flowers. Star backed away from the stream and into a patch of shade beneath one large tree. "Do you live in this place?" She was talking about the valley itself, but if the boy wanted to offer information on where he belonged to, Star would listen. In the meantime, she continued to scan her surroundings, looking for anything that might be useful knowledge, be it herbs, animals, hiding places, paths... you name it.

"Starchild Dunamis"