Upon taking the vow to protect his mother from further harm, Roran had quickly busied himself with custom work out regimes. Whether it be running for miles without end, or pulling large peices of wood long distance. He would do anything in his power to make hismelf stronger so that he might protect his mother. The day was nice and sunny, there wasn't a cloud in the open blue sky. The waters of the many rivers and streams ran blue and shining in the sun.
If one looked around a certain riverback however, they would see something a little odd. On the bank of a rather decently sized stream sat a large white wolf. Though he looked to be perhaps 2 years of age, he was actually barely over 9 months. This wolf was Roran, he was a playful male who enjoyed the simple pelasures in life. He was caring and passionate, and very clever and wise for his age.
He sat there looking at his reflection in the calm blue water, turning his head to look at himself. "Well, i certainly have grown" He says to himself. This was his day off from his work outs, and he wanted to see if he could perhaps make a new friend. He shook off some dirt from his coat so that it shown brightly in the sunlight. He threw his head back and let out a long loud howl, one of searching, and of greetings.
He sat there looking out over the glistening water for a while. He didn't notice the other male approaching and jumped slightly when he spoke. He spun around and overshot where he wanted to look, quickly correcting his angle he then looked at the male. By the look of him he was a little older than himself, and he definatly wasn't of Pheonix Valley, though he didn smell slightly familiar. Seeing that the other male meant no harm he sat down and cocked his head to the side, smiling broadly. "Greetings" He says in a cheerful voice, his tail wagging behind him.