Everything was changing, he was changing. His voice took control when he meant to remain silent. His body was no longer the sleek white line that moved with speed and remained lightweight no matter how much he ate. It was larger now, the muscles built more of bulk then lean fibers, his stature was taller then the "regular" wolves, and his eagerness to submit was fading. He was stronger then he had ever been in his few years of life, and his mind was growing stronger with his mortal form. No, he was not the alpha, and thus not invincible. The dark wolf of the foreign pack had taught him such. Yet he did not fear as he once had, but the feeling was still present for he was no alpha, and thus not fearless.
The light pelted creature walked slowly, bright yellow eyes idly searching the forest. As strong as he had become with the initiation that his king had given him Minos was not immune to the need for rest. His halfling form looked prime for fighting, and yet he searched for peace rather then war. Water ran close by, the sound of it tickling his ears and sending him into that direction. It was a beautiful place, littered with fresh snowfall and the sun showing behind a fat yet scattered cloud cover. Minos was awakening to the world around him, beyond the scented outline of each object. This place had opened his eyes to the things that he had once felt useless. The male reached the stream, his gaze lingering on the less important (the perimeter, scenting to see if he was being followed, or if another had just freshly been here) as he reached to drink from the chilled water.