Renier knew better than to wander, but when his parents were away how could he resist temptation? There as a whole world calling to him, and beckoning the pup. Really, how much trouble would he be in? He had been following his mother's scent, through the forest hoping to find her to watch her hunt. She still taller, and more graceful had easily out walked him, and he had given up. She would likely pass by this way again, and in the mean time he could ease his mind by getting to know this part of their realm. What he did not expect was to see a whole field of standing water.

Now golden eyes lingered on the murky liquid, taking in the tall shoots of grass. He held himself to the higher ground, not believing what was before his eyes. If only Ryvet had been brave enough to come today. Calling for his siblings did not seem like an option. They would not want the harsh scolding, and it was often the last thing on Ren's mind.

All at once, he jumped, right into mother nature's kiddie poo. Splash! His paws pattered against the high water, his toes squishing into the muddy marsh. He had never been here before, and the inch water before him was paradise! It was not deep enough for his mother to worry, but enough for him to have some fun. There was nothing more than a boy could need but mud and water. He jumped again, crashing down he let out a satisfied bark while dousing himself. What fun! It was like a deer on the run, the boy bounded through the marsh with a wicked grin not once thinking he was in danger, or about what his parents would say.

Splash! Splash! He jumped again, enjoying the water hitting his chin. Was this really what Mom and Dad worried about? He might leave home, and have fun? That did not seem very fair, they got to leave all the time to this world, the one they hid from them. It boggled the pup about their rules, the way things were, and more greatly it bothered him. Why should he stay at the old den? He grimaced, he would show them. A firm lock of his jaws, he moved along where it was a thicker mud, and began pounding his paws at the goo. This was more like it.

Enjoying his mud bath he was clueless anyone was around or watching him. His nose would not smell the wolf, nor hear his sloshed steps till he was upon him. The boy jerked his head up, golden eyes wide, but settling firmly on the light,green pair of the stranger. Those second Renier had no idea what he had said, and stared at him with deep, furrowed tan brows. This wolf was very big, and very silvery like Folllko. Except he was different, and Renier took it in wondering what that was about. His eyes especially stunned the young wolf.

"Yeah," he answered so assuredly, like it wasn't nobody's business ten seconds after the question. He was about to remark it was his job to have fun when he saw a glimmer of silver out of his eye this time. Mum. He instantly thought, his body freezing in place, eyes looking down. Surely she would drag him home. As the Lyall dared lift his chin it was not his mom, the wolf was much more silver, dark like a rain cloud, and the boy slowly let out a sigh, a release of his fear. He was not dead yet.

Cocking his head, he glanced at the male accusingly, wondering if this was his friend or something. He did not need anymore attention. Before Renier could get a sentence out, the newcomer came further. What was strange was she came right up to him, dropping down where they were not quite eye level. He raised a quizzical brow. He thought about taking a step back, but held his ground. It grated on his nerves to be called little one, and his tail rose, chest puffing out. "I'm not little one, I'm Renier Dyami Lyall," he responded, if those names would send fear into their hearts. "My mom sent you hmm, or my dad huh?" He said, his ears drifting back to show his displeasure.

Annoyance it beat with each steady collection of breath. It was one thing for his siblings to after him, or his parents. Complete strangers? What the hell? The man said nothing to Renier, and the child was a little thrown off. No scolding? He wasn't sure if he should be delighted or scared. Everyone told him how much he should be home. He hated that. He knew he should be home, and he did not need it repeated. Gaze changed, not quite soft, definitely curious. A baby sitter who let him play?

The man did not seem to know this other wolf, and seemed just as offset by her. Renier easily picked up on this, not understanding why he would be rubbed the wrong way either. He made a good point to stare at her through narrowed eyes for reasons his own, and not. His temporary watcher spoke, declaring he knew neither of his parents. The boy wanted to squeak why watch me? Before he could really put to words what his mind thought the lady spoke up. It was nicely to him, reminding him of the way that most females talked to him. Kindly, but putting the emphasis on right and wrong. Collecting his cool, he rolled his shoulders, "Fair enough."

Willow's words continued, something about carried off... kidnapped. Renier was not so suddenly as brave as he wanted to be. Large ears shielding back against his head, he made a worried look to the dark cloaked male. Mum had never said anyone would steal him, it did not sound like the adventures he imagined. It was then the female spoke up for herself, her anger more obvious. "Hey! No!" He barked, if that might get her to settle, or both of them. Narimé gave gave him his space, and name. Renier's tail beat behind him. Expectantly he turned to the man,"You wolf?" He asked, if there was no better way to ask for a name.

Question would spark from the female, but Renier would only his mouth to answer when he saw his ashen brother jumping toward him. "Ryet!" He would bark back, but was instantly greeted by a wet mass of Ryvet . A growl sounded in his throat, but it was only a playful one. Instantly he launched an attack to grab his brother's ear. Let the water fight begin!