Two Rivers Isle Mobile

In the past month, Vassago had shot up like a weed, but unfortunatley he was still as clumsy as he'd been before on his gangly legs. Three months had passed since his birth, and there was little the boy could even remember from before their journey to Arthendal. 
At three months old, the boy was able to wander further than just outside the den, but not much had changed otherwise. The chestnut boy, ever lightening to a sandy color on his underside, was exploring the world as he knew it today. Loneliness gripped him, though, and he tipped his head back to call for anyone to keep him company. @Pyro, @Malice, @Burke, or any of his packmates, he wasn't picky!
Today found him close to the Southern border, laying on the shore and smacking a paw against the cool water every few seconds after the fleeting silver flash of minnows. His last trip across the rushing water hadn't been forgotten: the bear had saved his life then, but he hadn't seen hide nor hair of the white beast since then. It also hadn't crippled his love of water, though since then he hadn't been more than elbow deep in the cool liquid. Maybe that was for the best, considering the chill in the air. His fully changed yellow eyes were bright, and his ears were on a swivel for anyone to talk to- speech had become more and more easy for the boy as he grew, too.