Blacktail Deer Plateau tibia mysteries

Anyone welcome! Maybe @Greyfalcon if you have time? :) Set at the same time as this thread

Arrax had watched curiously as his father had rumbled a soft farewell to both he and then his siblings, before setting off into the dim light of dawn. Solveig assured her children he would return soon, and the boy didn't doubt it; their parents always returned from their excursions. What he really wanted to know was where they went.

Now old enough to roam freely around the pack's territory, Arrax had eagerly followed after Rusalka's scent as it led to the borders.

Nose to the ground, he weaved a path through the trees, occasionally distracted by the odd prey trail, though always returned to the task at hand. There was a grim look of determination in his gaze, his long gangling legs eating up ground that would soon take him to the very edge of the Plateau should no-one intercept his mission.

Aw, sure thing! I’ve got some time on my hands. :)

She herself, had to stop and take a well earned break from inland patrol. Now she headed out towards the borders of the pack, a very important place to guard to ensure that her pack family was safe, especially with their king gone temporarily on kingly business.

She arrived at the borders following the scent trail of Arrax, Rusalka and Solveigs son. One of two children he was likely the oldest, and this showed in not only how he acts, but how he carries himself as well. A proud little guy.

She saw him wandering nearer to the pack’s edge, this had not gone unnoticed to her trained eyes. “Be careful young one,” she said, a cautious but hopefully welcome warning, “these cliffs are high.”

She approached him eagerly, “Hello Arrax, are you well? Enjoying the open space?”

Unaware he had a shadow, the boy pressed onwards until he found he could go no further. A steep cliff barred his way, the grassy upwards slope he had been climbing stopping abruptly to give way to a dramatic drop. Before him, the lands beyond stretched out almost infinitely. He peered at the distant mountains, before turning to survey the ocean to the northwest, nose working overtime as he puzzled over the many scents that the winds atop the Plateau brought to him.

A dark ear turned back as the stern but soft voice of another spoke, and he offered a wave of his tail in response before turning to glance at the woman. He recognised her as a fellow pack mate, not quite his mother but she had been just as involved in their short lives so far.

Her warning was not dismissed by the boy, but if he took it on board at all, he did not show it. Instead he gave a nod to her question, turning to the sprawling lands again as a breeze picked up. "Big," he stated simply, as if Greyfalcon also hadn't known how far their home stretched.

He leaned forward a little, trying to pick out his father's scent from the wind. "Where he go?" he then asked, assuming she'd know it was their Konungr he was talking about.

Im sorry I didn’t see a reply, life grabbed a hold of me. I am here now :)

 
He continued on till he stopped. Short of the edge, face pointing northwest clearly seeking his father among the large terrain, he spoke. She answered, “Yes, it is quite big.” He clearly understood her warning, yet showed no fear of the edge. A brave child.

He had asked where his father had went, she sighed, thinking about her answer, “he is off on business, he might be marking the borders or bringing back food.” She rarely knew of his dealings as king, but she assumed all were just as equally important in their own ways.

“Why do you seek him? Are you bored?”  If this were the case then she would offer him to play, or practice raw skill.