His eyes cast out upon the scene below him, roving the stepper sides of the foothills with mild concern – would any of the pups fall? Would the members be okay here? What if predators? Yet the pups were almost six months of age.. and somehow, stealing a slice of the large mountain of dire was far more tempting than he had initially given credit for. After all, the west side of the mountain harbored more packs – Willow Ridge, Whisper Caverns and Secret Woodlands were a few that he knew of.. on the mountain, competition might have been even scarcer.


One ear flickered in recognition to the yearling’s words. Shifting his bright eyes back to the swarthy male, he noted how refreshing it was to see a proper youth in these parts – he hadn’t expected any less of Narime’s teachings, though. “I never met Aella, but Barak was my father,” he finally offered, delving further in to the history of his family. He was proud of his family name – despite the fact he and his brothers no longer talked to one another.


But his father was dead, and while he would have pieced the puzzle together on how he and Narime were related somehow, he was far more intent on his current situation.. and with a nod in the direction of the vast forest that broke open, he made to lead them that way – exploration his true goal. “I miss your mother quite a bit,” he finally offered, his tail swaying neutrally behind him as he maneuvered in to the more shrouded darkness of the fir trees. “How do you like the Ridge?”

It was as if his past haunted him every chance that arose -- for a moment, he almost could smell Desdemona's tantalizing perfume, as if she were still here..m watching him. The idea itself was ludicrous, and the regal did not even bother to sweep his pumpkin eyes behind his shoulder as he might have done at any other time. Demi was long gone -- seemingly bored with her games after she found him at Willow Ridge. This new land would be his fresh start away from both traitorous females -- form both of his ex-mates.


Instead, his eyes swept across the grand trees, and as the swarthy boy talked at a rather constant rate, Phineas tempted to place his attention on the youth's words, while also taking in the scenery before him. The woods seemed vast, but not too large for a pack to lay claim. It was certainly not like Cedarwood Forest. but the promising scent of prey mingled nearby.


It was in that moment the wolf knew he had found home. His eyes would scan for a den, but would not truly linger upon much. His pack would find or dig one out together -- the pups were at an age now where they too could help with such a task.. and their very first hunt would be in this forest.


With a back wall that seemed to protect them from one side as the mountain was far too steep for any predator or lingerer to stray upon. his eyes swept to his comrade, giving a light nod. He had never understood why Narime had claimed a cavern -- the thought of being so enclosed had not bode well on him.. but to each their own. The pack thrived to this day -- clearly they were more than content with it.


"I am glad to hear of your mother. You could also deliver news to her and to Lady Elettra, if you see fit, that a pack will arise here. And they will call this land Silent Moon Plateau." Authority seemed to well in him once more, pushing out the hesitance he held before. He was past being broken -- he was invigorated now. "I should get back to my pack. We will need to make the move soon," he murmured, slipping past Titan and to the direction they had entered the small woods. Stopping at the boy's side, his muzzle tipped to give a light nudge to the dark male's cheek should he not move, and a small smile pressed to his lips. "It was nice to meet you, Titan Thorben. Should you ever decide you need a change of pace.. my door will be open for you."

The young male was quick to return the pleasantries of their goodbye -- had Phineas the time of the world, he likely would have invited the boy back to Magnolia Glen.. perhaps even to meet his daughter. But he did not, and he did not imagine Elettra would be pleased with the idea of the ivory Argyris stealing one of her subordinates for extra days than was necessary on the boy's journey.


He spoke no more -- he agreed completely of the boy's comments though. The plateau would offer a fresh start to his family, and his paws itched with the desire to do just that. As they departed one another, the ivory wolf attempted to move quickly down the slopes, his paws nimble upon the surface. He would not have wanted t take his six month old children higher up in the terrain, and was thankful that he had found a home that would likely appease the family without having to cross once more in to the west side of the valleys.. After all, there were far too many of them over there, from what he recalled. This also maintained the benefit of moving further from oak Tree Bend, though the pack had not caused them much grief since the winter. If anything, it seemed as if they attempted to avoid the Glen wolves.


As the moon shone down upon him, lightning his path, the Argyris did not even consider to stop for a rest. He was desperate to get back to the Glen so he could take his family home.