Two Rivers Isle Arthendal, our new home

Pyro couldn't name what it was, despite his ample knowledge of voiceless words, but there was something in the air that told him it was a different kind of day, and mother clearly felt it too. She ushered both her children out of the cozy den after a deep and proud howl, it was definitely father calling, and Pyro followed airily all the way to the colorful hillock. His voice did not join the others at the claim, he was an observer, but he shared his excitement for whatever-it-was-all-about shaking his booty. That's right, his booty.

But something was wrong. The dark-furred boy looked around, suddenly realizing Vas' had stopped following. Pyro found him at the base of the hill, he wasn't even sure what his facial distress was about, but didn't actually pay much attention. Vassago couldn't miss whatever-it-was-all-about, that was for sure, so Pyro took it upon himself to drag him all the way up the hill and started by tugging at his left ear because that's the perfect method, everyone knows that.