Ghost Lion Crag i left my home still as a child

eagerly, the boy drank in what he could. it fascinated him he could meet a stranger that knew his father — but it fascinated him more, that this enigmatic, quizzical wolf, knew more of the world than he. 

he shook his head in negative. adventure? he found himself repeating dumbly — it sounded like a game that was better than childish ones like hide and seek — but arcturus would wait to cast his judgment. expectantly, he glanced to wraen. surely, she would elaborate.