The boy knew nothing - he did not know his name, he did not know where he was, nor what he was even doing here. Clearly, he had arrived by the sea - but everything about him was just... a blank. A question. And he didn't know what to think about that, or even how to feel about it. He was just... lost. As his large paws carried him over the battered coast, he reflected on what he should do now.

Another male came towards him, almost the same size and build as the yearling. He still seemed to have some growing to do. When he asked for Kimya's name, the boy merely frowned, shaking his head vigorously. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but nothing came out except a small, apologetic noise, half-growl, half-whine. He hoped this was enough to communicate the fact that he couldn't speak. Attempting to inquire their location, the boy gestured broadly with his muzzle, then tilted his head to the side, meeting the other's gaze with a hard questioning look.

No, he had been given no name, not yet. Kimya shook his head in response. Then, he was given knowledge - he was on an island, but that much he knew already. From the coast, there were other islands, and a huge mainland not far off. Kimya was curious about what lay in the mainland, but knew it was best to stay here for now; he was still weak from his fight with the ocean. So, he nodded to the stranger - he wanted to stay, for now.

Acolyte - a term the boy has never heard before, but then again, he has amnesia. He knows nothing. His brow furrows and he frowns deeply, debating the male's words. Then, he was given a name - or, was it a title? "The Speaker". It had a cool ring to it, he supposed, but it just made him more and more curious about the island and it's inhabitants. And how was he supposed to tell anyone their secrets, if he couldn't talk? The boy just snorted softly, nostrils flaring. Their secrets would be safe with him.

The Speaker's cold nature did little to warm the boy towards these druids, but he knew he had nowhere else to go. As the other wolf finished speaking, the boy pondered - what was he meant to do here? Did he have any tasks? He gave a low whine, then lifted his paw to gesture to himself, tilting his head.

Fighting? The boy pondered this for several long moments. He was fully-grown by now, and he was an impressive sight to behold. Fighting could be easy, given his sheer size. But did he want to hurt others? He wasn't sure. He could defend the borders, he supposed - that way he'd only have to fight those who were trespassing. He gave a small nod, then paced in a circle, jerking his head to the shores. He would patrol.

The boy understood his duties - he was to patrol the island and guard it from outsiders, and should he find anything of interest, he was to return to the Speaker. And when the Speaker spoke of a new language, the boy nodded, his tail waving. It sounded like a game, like secret code! He let loose a sigh of relief, no longer feeling afraid, or like an outcast. This could be his home, he saw that now.

The boy nodded, dipping his head to the Speaker. He would leave then, setting off to patrol the island, so that he might get used to it's layout. Privately, he doubted anyone would swim out to the island, especially if they knew the druids lived here, but he would do as he was told.