Aurèle. 
The last time Attila had left, he had not realized the length he would be gone. Although the male had never exactly spoken with his mother or the leaders about his suddenly to-and-fro absences, he simply assumed that they had chosen to deal with it or guess that he was particularly skilled at making himself scarce. Had there been important meetings he'd missed? Promotions, departures he might have been keen to know? Probably not. Things were always changing in that round, turning world, and Attila had not the means nor desire to put a stop to it. As far as the Aston boy was concerned, he was just going along with the ride.
He was not stopped at the borders, but he himself had not waited. He was born there, after all, and still considered himself a member even if he didn't seem it; if they asked him where he'd been, he'd just say he hadn't gone anywhere. If they said they couldn't find him and thought he'd left for good, he'd tell them they hadn't looked hard enough. Attila would have blended in with the winter snow, after all, and he thought himself to be very fast. It would be their own faults that they didn't see him because, of course, he made himself wholly approachable at all times. That is what they'd have to agree with. If his mother asked, well, he would just tell her he loved her and that there had never been any reason for him to leave her behind, so why would he?
Attila sniffed at the ground. Now, where had he been living last? To go along with his little façade, the boy pretended to be picky when it came to living places, and so he claimed to keep moving around the tribe lands for sleep. In reality, he was very fond of the sleeping game, mostly because he was fully capable of sleeping just about anywhere. He found Adagio Creek quickly and stood with a quizzical look on his face, iced eyes glancing here and there. He'd had a den around here, somewhere, and he would be lucky to find it if he wanted to dodge the rain. The air reeked of it, and the overcast clouds frowned down at him. Attila Aston was not fond of rain.
.attilamarkku b {font-weight:bold; color:#99733B; letter-spacing:1px;}
.attilamarkkuooc {font-style:italic; color:#99733B; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:9px; text-align: right;}
.attilamarkku p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;}
.attilamarkku {margin:0 auto; width:320px; background-color:#8999C7; background-image:url(http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... atable.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #21283C; padding: 0px 0px 340px 0px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#404964; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;}
</style>
[/html]