'Twas a long and dark December

[bolder]

Bolder was stolen from Taiga to Hyaline.

He hasn't forgotten that. But he has come of age with the Pack. He has been mentored and encouraged here, where he hadn't been in Taiga (at least in the ways of shapeshifting). There is something in him that knows one day he should go back - if only to explain to his parents and siblings why he had never returned. But that day has not yet come, and there is still much for Bolder to learn before he makes that journey.

The young pegasus might be more like his grandsire than he realizes. Because just as Leilan doesn't explain why he is in Hyaline, Bolder doesn't press for an answer. He'd rather not think about the North and the family he left there. He'd definitely rather not talk about it, and so won't ask again.

If something truly horrible had happened, Leilan would be here to bring him home.

Snorting softly, a plume of silver smoke emerges from his flaring nostrils. Bolder doesn't bother fighting a grin as the dragon mentions his affinity for the cold. (Though it falters for a moment when he admits that he is tired. It was hard to imagine his Grandfather as anything but invincible.) His head tilts to one side at the mention of living in Hyaline before, that he had dwelled in this very cave. "Was there no Pack back then?" Bolder asks. He knows that it hadn't started with his Aunt Maze. The pack had existed before its current Alpha (though that is hard for Bolder to imagine in his youth, and even harder to imagine without her).

Myrna comes beside him, appearing older and larger than she actually was, and so Bolder changes as well. He comes something smaller, a mimic to the dragon before them. A small bronze-and-gold-striped lizard, that if permitted, will come to rest in the space where his younger cousin's horns should be and flick his reptilian tongue in Leilan's direction.

@ Viszla