Ranjord was quiet aside from a few newcomers since his father brought him and his siblings to the island. His icy gaze was nearly looked to for answers in some cases, those who knew his mother. He didn't know what his lineage was, nor did he let it bother him. He instead chose to lead a decent life as a teen. The only way into the mainland was by ice for him, he had no wings and his mothers death made him far too worried about crossing the waters. As he ventured in for the first time since his birth, he saw strange lights. Fireflies? No, these stayed still. He grew closer, other wolves were present yet he paid them no mind.