With a heavy blow through dark lips, the yearling moved through the Edge just like any other day. After meeting two of the other members of the Edge, it was clear that they were all very... what was the word? Idris didn't exactly want to say that he had gathered a stand-offish vibe from them but they weren't farting rainbows either. It was, thankfully, an inbetween that he was more than happy to deal with. It wasn't as though he had much of a social upbringing anyways so who was he to judge? They were all friends and knew each other, while he was the new guy simply trying to figure out this place for himself.

Of course, that also left him to try and figure out what this place was. Relic Lore had never been a place he had thought to venture but his mother had mentioned this place having stolen his father's heart and thought that this was likely where he had gone. So far, Idrus hadn't seen anyone that looked like him to a 't' but there was always room for surprises.

While he hadn't exactly done too much for the pack (after all, he wasn't too sure what he should be doing), Idris had taken to learning the ins and outs of the area. As well as trying to integrate socially into his new packmates but truthfully,
he was just excited to have something all his own for once. There weren't a million kids bored out of their minds slobbering on each other but instead, this new pack seemed much more aware. They actually seemed well put together. At least he wasn't back home taking care of a deranged mother, that was a plus.

So when the boy is called over he turns his head to see Askan nearby, lounging upon a majestic rock. It wouldn't have been very respectful if Idris had summoned his leader to where he was, so the dark yearling immediately began relocating. A gallant smile on his face as he lowered his head and took a seat near to the rock, Hi Askan, he greets the leader easily and hopes that he had been able to prove that he would be a decent addition. Things are good. Been scouting out the territory, met Sachiel and Hawthorne. At least, he was pretty sure that that had been there names but for all he knew they had been playing a joke on him and giving him false information.

If Idris had known that Askan believed him to be less year-lingy, he might have tried to be a little more of it if only because that was who he was. Idris wanted to be young and dumb, but he also wanted to be important. The life that he had lived thus far had made him want to be an adult and do more things - he was more like his father than he would ever realize. Mature with the right mindset, but with the wrong skills put to it.

The leader's question causes his brows to furrow and he opens his mouth, and for a second nothing comes out. It takes him just a moment to admit defeat. What role I want? he asks, squinting his eyes and leaning forward before putting his rump to the ground with his tail curling around his left leg. Through this he tries his best to try and find a reason to apologize and how to phrase it. There had to be some way that he could apologize for not knowing what a role was while still being appreciated and wanted here. Valentine's Keep didn't have roles and if they did, I was too young for them. At that time, anyways.

Seeing as the Keep was all he knew of so far, it was hard to not compare what he saw and felt now, to what he felt and saw then. It was understandable that it be weird to still be living in that part of his world but he did want to be here but didn't know exactly what he could do. It wasn't as though the rules of all pack life was written in the stars (or was it??). For a moment, he begins to wonder what he thought the Edge needed and what he could provide for them. His thinking only taking form because he thought that that was what Askan was asking. What he could bring to the pack in times of need. The very answer that he didn't even know how to form.

Luckily, another question was given to which he exhales and scrunches his nose for a second. They are uninterested in in the pack, focused on the individual. It was the smartest way to put how he felt about that specific part of his past. That they weren't really a pack at all but just a gathering of wolves that lingered about. They hunted for themselves, not the pack - it was unhealthy and Idris had understood that at a far younger age than the rest of the children he had grown up around.

Valentine's Keep was ridiculous and unorganized. A place that the young boy sought not to go back to in fear that it would only lead to disappointment. Hell, he was surprised that it was still a pack but he supposed uprisings happened every year or so but it always seemed to be more of the same. No, he replies without hesitation, it doesn't bother me. I don't want that. I want to be in a place that doesn't judge harshly and sees the individual within the pack. Did that make sense? Idris wasn't quite sure if Askan would understand what was meant by seeing the individual within but he hoped to be that. He wanted to be his own self and find his specific, individual place within the Edge. So far it was tough and go but it was easy to assume it was because he was rather new.

He had stumbled upon the Lore entirely by accident, not whilst searching for his father specifically, but he knew enough about this place from his mother to know that his father had spent a lot of time here. Even had his own family here that he, in turn, also walked out on. I don't need him but I like the idea of being a scout. While he didn't mind being the diplomat who goes to neighbors either and talks, he figured that it was probably better for him to be a scout rather than a diplomat. Idris liked to move and keep busy, as even the slightest feeling of being forced to stay put often led him astray.