It had been mere days since Omnium had taken the first faithful step south of his homelands. They had stuck close to the familiar coast as they slowly trotted their way further and further down. The change in elevation was a bit of a temperature shock as Omnium found himself panting more and more as the days went on, and the heavy coat of fur that had once kept him warm in the cold temperatures was more of a burden in this new climate. They had finally stopped to rest through the night in a thick forest of trees where he could still scent the salt on the air when he opened his maw. He had left Creed in a pale tangle of limbs and set out in search of a sky where trees did not block his eyes from the pale blue. Omnium soon found himself nearing a cliff where he could hear the distant sound of the waves crashing against a cliff, but he did scent something other than the salty air as he continued on his quest. A canine much like himself.

Omnium laid eyes upon the wolf as she spoke to him. A crisp black, white, and grey coat stood out starkly against the greenery that was her backdrop. The coat did very little to serve her here, but the stranger would have faired better than him in his homelands. He was calm and collected as he scented the air to determine if she was alone; he let the silence fill the air between them for a few moments. Omnium smelled the familiar scent of a reinforced border close by, but it was nothing that brought him concern. Finally, his yellow eyes met hers with a calm collectedness. Perhaps you are both damsel and knight, stranger. I do not dance with silver tongues, nor do I shine with armor. Omnium let a hint of annoyance lace his words as they left his mouth. He had little patience for conversations he felt led to nowhere especially after a long day of travel when he was trying to find his bearings.

Omnium gave the female a raised eyebrow as she laced her words with charm, but he would be lying if he didn't find it slightly comical she kept up the antics after his apparent distaste for them. His face was a shroud that displayed none of his thoughts as he silently studied her after she spoke. His tail shifted from a confident straight-out position Perhaps he could find some use for her after all. She seemed familiar with her surroundings to the extent that he could quiz her on his location, and if things went awry, he could easily make his way back to Creed and hold a better chance together. He shifted his weight and moved to a sitting position a few paces from the dark stranger. Omnium was close enough to speak, but he kept far enough away he couldn't be reached without a few paces to react. Perhaps I could find a pleasant conversation. What is this land called? Where are we? He came off serious with little room for humor in his tone. Perhaps this stranger could assist him in his journey south. The siblings still had little clue where they were located after traveling for so long.

Omnium watched her as she spoke. He took note of her body language, and he was particularly observing her tail as it went from wagging to still as she rambled on. He found himself calming the bundle of nerves as he spent some time in this talkative strangers presence. A newly formed pack held less of a threat than most established ones. They were more likely to be looking for wolves to fill their ranks. Omnium began to feel he had little to fear from her, so he allowed himself to give away a few details of their destination. If it were only that easy. North of these lands has not been kind to me, so I am searching for a new land to call home. Hopefully without a pack already settled there. He spoke the last sentence nonchalantly, but he made sure to mention it. Omnium made sure to leave out that he was traveling with his sister. Between Creed and himself, he already felt he was burdened enough by others, and if there was one thing he despised, it was putting up with those who refused to pull their weight. They had done just fine on their own thus far, and Omnium was going to keep it that way. His tail lashed behind him as he stood and once again began to scent the air for the sea salt that had drawn him here. Perhaps you could show me the way to a shore line that would not impede on Moontide. I would prefer to not ruffle any fur with my presence, and perhaps I could feast my eyes with a view that rivals that of your pretty face, damsel. His yellow eyes met hers, but his face left much to be desired if the statement was a compliment or a jab.

Omnium shook the mulch from his long pelt before he began to follow after the female at a slower pace to give her a comfortable amount of space. He almost found himself smiling at the damsel comment. Almost. He had a keen ability for direction, so he knew he had already traversed what she referred to in the East. The island had been particularly fascinating as the two had followed the coast line. As far as he could remember, it was the first time he had ever seen one rather than hearing tales of it as a pup. They had strayed from the coast since seeing that island to discover what lied beyond, and Omnium wanted to lay his eyes on it once more to determine if he should continue following the coast or traverse further South. Perhaps I would, but where is the fun in that? A wolf who roams these lands would surely know more than I when it comes to traversing them. It seems that assumption is correct given you seem to know what you speak of. Omnium continued to follow her at the pace she set. His eyes were drawn ahead of them as he calculated his steps to ensure they were sure footed and confident in the unfamiliar terrain.

Omnium's yellow eyes settled on the side of her face as she teased. It took him just a moment to decipher the lilt and drift back into the calmness he had been experiencing in their journey beforehand. If this stranger was indeed pulling his leg, he felt little concern in the predicament. She had done nothing to concern him thus far, so he even found the conversation slightly enjoyable. Not that he would admit it, but it was nice to speak to a wolf aside from his sister. 

His ears perked at the sound of the water, and the increase of the salt on the wind gave him the hint before she spoke up. Omnium sped up to where he was now shoulder to shoulder with her. He was a little surprised at the discovery that she was a bit smaller than Creed was. Perhaps it was the big personality that made her seem larger to Omnium. He bypassed her quickly enough to be the first to lay eyes upon a familiar sight of the ocean. The clear sky amplified the calm waves as the mulch turned to sand on the shoreline. He trotted just to the edge of the surf, allowing the foaming water to lap at his front paws. Just as he had suspected, he could see the shoreline evening out. Omnium and Creed would leave the shore now and head South inland as they had planned. He looked back to the black and white stranger. It dawned on him that Creed was most likely awake by now, and he didn't want to keep her waiting for much longer. Thank you for your assistance, but I should be returning to my journey soon. Perhaps might I know my saviors name?

Omnium looked upon the smaller black and white female before him. While it was tempting to give away information, his mind drifted from it. If she was a vagabond much like himself, he felt sure he would meet her again. The world was only so small, after all. He focused yellow eyes back in on her face as the dawn streamed colorful light from the east onto Heph. A name that he was not soon to forget. One traveler knows another, Heph. We will meet again, but perhaps keeping my true name from you might help you remember me. Omnium slowly broke into a wry smile. His own personal way of getting under others skin was merely with a silver tongue.

Perhaps I will fulfill the call to be your knight one day, but you can call me by that name until that day comes. Until our next meeting, where I hope to be able to show you the way. He bid her politely before he took off down the coast. His trotting steps throwing up little puffs of sand in his wake. He knew Creed would likely be irate at the absence of his presence for so long. She was surely awake by now, and the thought of her pettiness kept his pace brisk.