Redtail Rise tell me that i'm still breathing

Arion had never heard of Freyja or Frigga before, or maybe he had but forgotten about them. It wouldn't be the first time something like that had happened before. The information he deemed worthless and useless, he discarded them in the rubbish bin that resided in his head. Mercury proceeded to tell him that his adoptive father had worshipped Odin, and it was only a moment later when Arion realized that his father was either dead, or missing. Probably dead. The Greek did not inquire about that, however, for he knew it was probably 'bad' for him to do so, manners were so goddamn stupid.

"Yes," the Greek replied with a wistful glance at the distant horizon. "I never thought I would settle down again after leaving my birth pack, traveling and exploring was something I loved dearly and adventures called for me." Arion kicked some grass, but his keen honey gaze was still focused in the distance, and he drifted away into the past for a brief moment once more.

"I found another family here, and perhaps this time I'll stay."