Although he just joined the Kingdom of Avon, it was part of his mission to explore and find new wolves. The Starwoven were to join the first group they can find that will accept them and have not encountered another Starwoven. He happened upon Avon, and will return to the blushed meadow soon enough. There was much to learn here, and knowing the lay of the land for a certain distance from the pack was an important part of storytelling. Mapping out the world mapped out the stories.

But it was the night sky that troubled the man the most. The Starwoven used the stars to record their stories, and these stars were not the stars of the homeland. They were similar in many regards, but there were so many notable differences. It was what gave away that he was indeed Starcast..but in the stories told by the elders, never once were the stars changed so much by a Starcast wolf.

So he wandered, remembering the lay of the land with incredible detail. His sense of direction was stellar, and noting of landmarks impeccable. He felt the most comfort with the stars above him, even if they were not his stars. The trees of the forest of this area would hide much of the story of the sky behind their branches. Each forest had their own names, and he wondered what to call this patch. As he pushed forth with his large, foreboding body (though his aura gave much the opposite), his molten eyes caught sight of movement It is dark, but he can tell it is someone of white and mottled colors. Another wolf. He straightens himself out and clears his throat, his posture prim and proper.

”Peace upon you, wanderer. This one bears no fang beneath the stars, only words, if you would hear them.” he calls out, his voice deep but quite soothing in nature, carried on the cool wind towards the stranger moving ahead. He hoped that they would stop and speak with him, as he would not dare follow and make anyone uneasy.