He was far beyond the length he had traveled his own in all the short time span of his life. It was not hard to get away from his mother, who would move from the birthing den out into the open world when the day was high and Bane rested (seeming to adapt to resting during the day more so then the night) and to come home at night when danger was about. His night time adaptation was likely due to no other sibling bothering him for attention and play, where he rested peacefully and kept to the lonely company of himself when his mother was not around.

This day, however, he changed. Near purposefully, he awaited his mother's leave from the den to stretch her bones before slipping off, minding to himself as came natural for the dark youth. He listens, he watches and does not encounter. In time he is left to wonder, to watch the other children with their mother and their father. Loosing interest, the pup ventures odd, stumbling on oddly long limbs and overly large footing until before him is the deep, deep tangled darkness of the forest beyond his pack's territory.

Though not yet past the borders and thus safe, still a feeling of eeriness prickles as his back side in a manner he had yet to feel before. Something made him near certain that he was being watched: the crunch of foot-steps, the hiss of breath. His puppy blue eyes searched the beyond, beyond the territory, beyond safety. "Dad?" Before he could register the question it was open to the air, the word the other children had used for their father being brought to his own lips for the very first time. A term in which he had never the need to use before. The shape, the shadow, perhaps all a figment of his imagination, moved and shifted within the deep of the thicket. "I knew yew'd come...." The words whispered from his lips, relieved and now fulfilled. He pushes forth with an obvious determination, following the shadow as it moved, lurking him further into the deep unknown.

A sound called out to him, a voice. It sounded young, something he had not expected but did not hold the mind span as of yet in his youth to think too clearly on it. Away from the den and having approached towards the boarders, he is caught and turns around, trying to seek out the call of the wolf with those fogged, bright puppy blue eyes. Finally, he saw that shadow he had been seeking for, or what he assumed to have been this. He pads awkwardly into his direction, his body structure a sure sign of his long and powerful limbs to come.

"Dad?" Though Hollow had met him before, Bane's memory of the first few moments of his life were quickly fading away with the new information of the world out before him. There would be no realization at the youth of Hollow, that he was less likely to be his father due to this, but his senses had not yet developed fully enough to tell, anyhow. Not to mention, the blue of his eyes that matched not with his own, at some point to turn a bright orange hue as his true father, dead to the world, had held. All Bane could tell was that he was dark, big, and the first male he had face-to-face met in all his life. It had to be his daddy. "War have yew been?" He speaks as he continues to push closer, stumbling over himself as he tries to quickly make way to his 'father'. However, as he comes close he is uncertain how to act. Should he jump up and down and lick at him? Lean into him in affection? He could only stare, dumbfounded.

A questionable child, born from the loins of a dishearten and depressed mother with thought to kill it. Breed in an act of lust, power and hatred and spawned by a man of equally evil and sadistic humor. All of the wolves of the other side of the mountains had been wiped clean. Their murders, their disease, nearly gone from the lands with nothing to account for - savor him. He was the last known existence of what had happened in those lands and a direct bloodline to the Leader of such chaos. It was a wonder why they questioned him. It was a wonder why, for the time, he remained a secret to the world. What did the pack think? What did his mother think? What would all the packs of Relic Lore think when Bane's existence came to light?

A very sharp and obvious disappointment struck him once Hollow said that he was not his father, causing the child to back up and offer a narrowing of his eyes to a wolf that now to him was nothing more then a stranger. Hollow laid, his throat lifting to the child as he looked to view him, taking away the threat Bane might have felt before the man he know could say was nothing to him. Though Bane's curiosity pulled and his need to answers revealed and slowly did the child make his way to the wolf who mentioned his father, said that he knew him. Perhaps he was on a long hunt for food? Perhaps he was in another group? Maybe he was fighting the bad things away? the Aranna boy's knowledge of life was vague and little and so he struggled to think up anything he could as to why his father was absent his life as of yet. "Scar." The child's body wrinkled, settling in a sloppy sit before Hollow as he waited.

He could not miss him, for Bane Aranna could not miss something that he did not have in the first place. For a long time, or what seemed like a long time in his brief life time, he had been blissfully unaware as this thing called 'father', content to live his life with mother and mother only for all the days of his life. It was not until he was able to venture, to view the other children from the safety in distance did he hear the words father, did he see the big, protective figure of a male wolf that he did not have. He wanted one. Desperately. Where was his? Why was he not hear for he and his mother?

The child waited and, surprisingly patiently. There was no jumping up and down with excitement for what he may hear. There was no pestering of 'common common!' from his lips. The child merely sat silently and content in this silence, waited for the stranger to speak. The word 'interesting' for foreign to him as the words slipped past the male's lips, but Bane was eager for the man to speak on and so did not interrupt despite the question of the word which lay on his tongue. Though the word was wondrous and beauty with different things he did not know, he had thus far learned to wait and learn though observation then to outright question. It was a way of independence for a will to learn on his own and, should then he still not understand, a question when then be in order.

What he knew of his father thus far was this: he was a hard worker, doing his job for the pack. Bane knew what 'work' and 'job' meant, having questioned where his mother was when she was not with him and these words came into play, along with 'herbs' and 'healing'. Then his father was sick, sick in a way that made his belly hurt as he had before and his head hurt in ways his mother knew to fix with her herbs. Bane had headache once, when he kept to the sun for far too long. He got mean because he was sick and left to keep everyone safe. But where was he now? "He left." Bane repeated these words that Hollow had said with his confirmed nod. Bane sighs, his puppy blue eyes direct upon the wolf before him, secretly a bold and challenging maneuver as he questioned. "Where now?" When he does bother to speak, his sentences are chopped and short. Bane does not like speaking before others with words unless he knows them correctly (or what he believes them to be correct), choosing time for practice before his mother and with himself.

They did not known where his father was, it was simple as that. His sickness could still be inside of him which kept him from returning home or he could have died from it, though death was a concept the child had yet to learn in order to thick upon. For all the boy knew, his father was out there somewhere, trying to keep better and in the mean time staying away from home so he didn't get anyone else sick or hurt anyone's feelings with his bad mood, likely stemmed up from feeling physically bad in the first place. Bane did not like the answer though he could not contest it and so, sat there silently, a frown touching his expression over black lips. Soon his dad would return and if not, when Bane was old enough he would go out there and visit him, this was certain.

Now, with the subject changed, came a different air to the mood, something Bane could sense but did not yet understand enough to question. Bane did not easily forget that they were talking about his father, but just believed there was nothing else that could be said about it - not until they found him, at least. Lifting up from the ground, Bane pulls up a small smile from his features and nods silently, eager to get to see the world beyond their home from the safety line of the borders. Surely, there was so much to explore and so much of the pack land he did not know and with an eagerness he hoped to gain such information from Hollow's knowledge.