Landen enjoyed exploring the lands his parents once traipsed over when they were younger. His parents were all old now, content in their retirement. Could Landen have been content at home? Perhaps, but he felt a voyage at his age was almost necessary. Even his father had left his home around his age, despite all of his nerves, and Landen felt it crucial for him to do the same, his nerves be damned. It helped that he had his brothers, though for the moment being they were apart from each other. He had little doubt that all he needed to do was follow the havoc to find Leith, and where Leith was, he was certain Leggy could not be too far.

He personally had made his way up to the mountains, his nose curiously sniffing around for plants that might survive in colder temperature though with the particularly nippy cold, he wasn’t holding much hold for finding anything useful. He tried to keep an eye out for plants wherever they went in case one of his brothers, probably Leith, got into some kind of fight or scuffle and needed to be patched up. There was no shame in admitting he was the most adventurous and rowdy of the bunch, even if Landen had started to pick up some of his qualities himself.

Contact exposure to a Tasmanian devil would do that to a wolf. He hummed quietly to himself, an inquisitive nature about him when he caught the scents of other wolves, his head tilting to the side. He didn’t think he had caught so many living scents in one place in quite some time… how odd.

He heard a soft woof, his head poking up and staring around until he caught sight of the other wolf, his head tilting to the side shyly. He offered a soft woof in return as he curiously made his way over to him. “H-Hello.” He greeted shyly. Suddenly, he wished his brother were here. Perhaps if his brother had been here, he might be more courageous but truthfully when his trusty guide was not around, he was often afraid of his own shadow. He was not prepared for it, for any social interaction.

Still, there were the cards he had been dealt. “Ah… ‘ave ya seen any plants growin’ around ‘ere?” His mother’s accent slipped out with ease with a shy smile. “M’lookin’ fer some wintergreen.” He had no idea if this wolf would even know what he was talking about, but there was something in his gut saying that it was the best way to approach this conversation. Maybe he was still a little bit of a basket case... maybe.

Landen listened as he repeated the word, and he felt for a moment that the man must think that he was certifiably insane. His clarification seemed to help, and Landen was eagerly following him. He caught his choice of words, his head tilting to the side. “Did ya grow up ‘round ‘ere?” He asked curiously. He seemed to run into a lot of wolves who had grown up in these parts and he felt jealous… though he knew that his mama and papa had found them a good home after the coyotes.

“Some of m’siblings grew up ‘round ‘ere too… ma mama n’ma papa had a pack ‘round ‘ere but there were some nasty ‘yotes and they relocated far from ‘ere.” He explained, perhaps oversharing though there was just something about the man that made Landen more comfortable than he had been before… like a connection that Landen longed to have to these lands that the other man had. "Ah came back with ma brother. We've been wanderin' 'round."

He grew up around these parts… but he didn’t know of the coyotes? It seemed to puzzle Landen, because he had thought it common knowledge. At least, that was how his parents had made it sound. He hummed softly and nodded. “Aye, nasty buggers… at least that’s what ma parents told me.” He explained further. “They seem ta ‘ave gone tho.” He was stating the obvious now. “M’brother was gonna show me where th’pack used ta be, but Ah made a venture up ‘ere fer some wintergreen.” Clearly, as Chan was guiding him to some at this very moment.

Moonshadow and Tagg. Those were two names he had never heard in stories, alongside the name Fallen Tree Cove. “Ah’ve never ‘eard any of those names.” He offered almost apologetically. “M’parents are Lachesis n’ Lilya… they lead Driftwood Surge… n’now they’re leading about a cycle’s travel from here.” A cycle was just his fancy term for a month, really. “S’good ta see other wolves though. Fer a while, m’brother n’Ah thought we were alone.”

Landen felt better when the man admitted that he didn’t know of them either. He thought perhaps his father or mother had simply forgotten to tell him about one part or another and he didn’t like to go into a situation without all of the information. The idea of doing such a thing just made him anxious in all of the worst ways. What if something bad happened to him because his father had forgotten to mention some kind of archnemesis who loathed the last name Stark? He would no doubt be running for the hills.

He smiled softly and hummed in contentment at the words. He nodded eagerly. “Definitely! M’momma always said if there aren’t any wolves ‘round then we ‘ave no business bein’ there.” Then again, his mother had her rather eclectic moments, especially as she had started to get a little bit older. He hummed again at the question, his eyes clearly weighing the wording before nodding. “Suppose ya could say that. M’brother was born ‘ere n’Ah told m’parents Ah wanted ta see the world… it just kinda translated ta windin’ up ‘ere n’ Leith is like a tornado, so I just kinda follow the destruction and see where we end up.” Not actual destruction, though with Leith he supposed anything was possible.