The perlino male dreamily walks the borders, but he’d not exactly paying attention to where he goes - until the redwoods stare him in the face and he chuckles to himself, his head shaking as he turns north. That blue-eyed Taigan girl sure had known how to keep his attention, but that didn’t mean he could - or should - burst into Taiga every chance he got. Besides, he still wants to finish his round on the borders; who knows if he’ll meet someone today!

He prances a little around a rock, then trots towards the northern sea. He doesn’t expect any difficulties with Taiga really, they’re friends - or, good neighbors as he isn’t sure if there is an official alliance. Nevertheless, the sun-winged perlino isn’t the type to bother with who hails from where or honestly even, what they look like. Being raised partly by Isilya in Taiga, has brought him nothing but an open mind and an appreciation of beauty.

He swerves a patch of flowers and brushes his nose past a border tree, almost as if he’s greeting the wood-plant; then, he picks his way through the grass again, walking the fine line between jungle and forest.