Strel had once had a friend from AniWaya, but he knew that Hemming had long since been absent from this small branch tribe. But once he had learned that Hemming no longer lived there, he had not really bothered to visit the place. Hemming had been fun; he still remembered their boat ride on the sea, where the redhead felt more than enough fear to last him a life time. And though he would probably never set foot in a boat on the sea again, he knew that it had been fun, albeit stupid at the time. But Strel was nothing if not for his shenanigans. He had other friends to call on, though it would have been nice to have a couple more. Perhaps more would be found with the AniWayans? He hoped so, and he figured it was killing two birds with one stone; he could meet someone knew and fulfill the little requirements he had set himself. He had been with the Court for two years now and it was high time he stepped up his game.

Granted, the trip there took a long time. He had told Noss that morning where he was going and not to expect him till late, which warranted a rather bothered face. But Strel knew he would make up for it later, rather easily, really. Granted, he ought to have taken the man since his sister was here, but he wanted to meet people other than his lover's pale sister. So he took the day getting there, only to arrive at the borders and realizing he knew no one other than Ralla and her mate. That rankled him, considering his entire purpose was meeting people and he did not know a single other person there that would introduce him. And he was not terribly in the mood for Ralla to knowingly look at him and ask about how he and Noss were getting on. Not that he did not like the woman, it was more that her perception unnerved him at times.

Standing at the border, the redheaded man looked at the fence he had stared at not terribly long before. Strel furrowed his brows at it, and started walking down its length to find that break in it.

He heard the pup long before he saw him. He made so much noise that the redhead could not help but hear him coming. Pups were not the most graceful of things; that he still remembered from his own days as a young child running through the woods of his home. Strel leaned against the chain link fence, eyes darting around now and then for where the creature romping through would come through. The moment the pup came out of the brush, he looked down at it, furrowing a brow. Just a pup? That's all? Here he was excited it was a loud adult coming through, trying to be impressive. But no, it was just a young, inexperienced youth.

The youth spoke to him in what the redhead only assumed to be the AniWayan dialect. Cocking his head at him, Strel gawked at him. What was he doing out? He seemed a bit young, or maybe that was just his eyes. The man was not that good with kids and ages. The pup was small and tiny and that was too young to be out for him. "Gaga nigh high?" he repeated, butchering it roughly. His lavender eyes roved the treeline for a parent rushing toward the fence and the unleashed pup. No one came and the redhead suddenly felt obligated for the pup's safety. "Why aren't you with your parents?" he asked, wondering if the pup spoke his dialect.

Ahiga? He felt like the name should ring a bell for the man but it did not. He just watched as the pup mouthed the words with his little jaws, still small and rotund. He introduced himself quickly enough but he heard the same name echo much louder toward them. It was female and more than familiar. Strel raised his lavender gaze at the woman running at the young boy. Almost impassive, he watched her chastise him, lifting the boy by his shagging pup scruff. But the woman had managed to fail being stern and constant, pulling the child close to her. Of course the kid had wandered off; young ones were want to do that often. But had he his own, he knew he would feel the same. Not that he would ever find out. He and his potential offspring never made it far enough near a woman to fully work as intended.

The redheaded man shook his hand slightly, smiling at his lover's sister kindly. "No worries. Better me than some puppy eater, right?" he joked, fully unaware of what had been going on in AniWaya, and regarding a new member of his own kingdom. If he had known, the tailor would have used all of his tricks of the trade to sew that man's manhood to his pelvis to keep it out of a woman. But now, Strelein simply smiled at her, then down at the boy. "So this is one of your kids? One of my unofficial nephews?" He was joking of course. Noss and he were far from official and he himself found the idea comical. It was not like Noss was going to move to make things official, and Strel was certainly not going to bother with it unless the other man did too. "How did you get out, kidlet?" he sternly addressed the young pup, lavender gaze harder but still amused.