Though he'd been given the okay to leave the packlands, the sensation of being out of Casa without his mentor or a parent with him was still very foreign to Arlen. The Stryder-Knight child was very unfamiliar with the outside world and what all came with it, but he was excited to learn. Having opted to leave in his optime form rather than one of his four-legged ones, he walked very slowly through the forest of large trees. His green eyes widened in wonder at their height and at the strangeness of them. At home, while he might not have known every single tree and bush, he was very familiar with it. There was nothing he knew here.
The young red head ran his hand nervously through his dark red curls before clenching them by his sides. Silently, he wished he had something to do with them. He wished that he had pockets to put them in or something to fiddle with. But he had left the fort in lupus form, not knowing that he would shift later on.
Cautiously, Arlen threw his leg over a fallen log in his pathway, but when he was halfway over, he heard a noise. "Who's there?" He called out while straddling the semi-decayed tree. He gathered his legs beneath him and clambered up to where he stood atop it. Unfortunately, he couldn't see very far through the trees.