The youthful teen wandered aimlessly. He had flown the coop from his mother and sister, their lone venturing. More than anything he wanted to fit in, he wanted better. It was boring just being with the same wolves, day in and day out. He wanted to join a pack, to train, to be apart of something bigger. His sights were set on Nightingale, though it was just across the river now.

When he came to the river bank, his eyes caught on the strange glowing lights. A small bit of curiosity filled him, only heightened by the number of others gathering and marveling. He gave in, his brown form moving through the grass silently before he sat. What was everyone waiting for?