After meeting that strange but kind lad, Rook, Vasu stuck around these woods. Feeling a bit more comfortable with staying here now that he knew a bit more. Somewhere in the back of his mind the Stormwright could remember Rook speaking about reclaiming this part of 'Cedarwood Forest'. It was a weird idea of one so young trying to stake a claim but he could understand it. Such was the way of life. Everyone wanted something and the young wolves of the world were no exception to this rule.

Shuffling around Vasu was unsure what he was looking for. Maybe a scrap to eat or perhaps some silent company. The grey faced male certainly wasn't a talker but he also craved company like most social animals. It would also do him well to find out more about these woods. He was sure these tall trees held hundreds if not thousands of secrets they weren't telling him. Perhaps he had to listen closer. Pick up on all the little sounds. Birds chirping, crickets, sticks snapping..

Something on the wind brought two scents. Hare and wolf. While the hare was tempting it didn't sound as good as discovering which wolf was lurking through these woods. Seemingly around the same place Rook had snapped at him. Prowling around he saw a white form. Almost ghost like in appearance. A bark rumbled out towards the other male. The white ghostly male was younger then himself. Perhaps he was another young lad interested in these forest. A friend of Rook's maybe..

"You," He spoke in rough tones not necessarily meaning to sound rather rude and blunt. "What are you doing?" Vasu didn't speak much but he figured if he wanted to make it in this rough world he had to be more verbal. Not everyone could be like his family and understand his needs.