Ah, Ivy Hill. The last time he had been there he had run into Spina, and unfortunately Leviathan really wished that he would have run into her again. He had liked the company of the black fox, but he hadn't seen her since, but figured that she had gone back to her Neve Valley. That magical place, he had mused back then. The ivy, although covered in a slight frost for the day still made his ankles itch and his legs sting with their razor sharp edges he had learned to ignore it because if he stopped to scratch them, well then he'd be there for days, probably.

But his travels were always good, and while he was firmly on the outlook for any buses like a good little pseudo-guardian, Leviathan was also wary of Fielders in the same sense. He had met many good ones, but Nakir had tainted their appearance. Deception had been strange like Nakir, and he hadn't taken a liking for Indris because Indris hadn't wanted them there when Mars and Nakir had fought. Leviathan had promised Lasair in a way that he would also help keep her safe, and the nine month old boy had done that. He had done his job, even though it wasn't really a job.

This time, instead of finding a black fox on the mound, he found a wolf, who didn't look no more older than he did, and smelled rather familiar. That smell he associated with Ambition, and Leviathan approached the Novian with a grin and a tail wag. "Hey, nice view up here, isn't it?" Yeah, it was a really nice view, that was for sure. Leviathan liked that he could see all around him, almost from mountain range to mountain range. It wasn't the highest point in the Valley, but to him it may as well have been.

Oh, no response? Well, damn. Leviathan's face screwed up for a moment, looking almost angry but more in the confused range. Maybe the wolf was deaf? Ambition had been blind, so he moved around in front of the other puppy, keeping his distance at an even space, although when it came to height (and Leviathan was well, a bit of a leviathan), he was keenly looking the other boy in the eye with a rather goofy, much too young look on his face for his age.

"Y'deaf? Can-you-read-my-lips?" he said, his question quick and his next inquiry paced and slow, trying to make the right movements with his tongue and his mouth to make it seem like he was really trying to make shapes out. His ears went jabberwocky, and Leviathan sat himself down, still wagging his poofy tail back and forth like a maniac broom. "I'm Levi, what's your name?"

The tawny-haired boy saw the other's tail wiggle just a little bit, so he smiled just a little more. "Oh, you understand huh?" he said, deciding that perhaps this unknown wolf from Nova Mountain really did understand just what he was saying. "Anyway, I was sayin' when I saw you, is that, this place has a nice view, right?" His eyes flickered from the boy's tail back to his face, and then back to his tail to see what happened. He took the tail wag as a yes, and nothing as a no, even though they hadn't established anything.

Ah, well. Eventually Leviathan figured if the puppy bit his ass or something silly like that, then obviously he had hit a wrong note. "So..." the other wolf said, looking over his shoulder down at all of the ivy that arched up the hill, but seemingly went dry before it totally covered it. Leviathan figured that the frost and the chill of the morning had slowly started to kill it. Thank god, the boy also mused. "Uh, hah, I don't know what to talk about. It's hard to talk about stuff when y'can't response back," Leviathan said, realising how mean that sounded as soon as it left his mouth. "N-not that it's your fault! I mean, I've never met someone who's deaf before..." Yeah, real smooth there Leviathan.

More of the tail wagging. Maybe that fellow had something stewing around in his brain, and that glazed over look on his eyes matched the crazy thumping of his tail. Leviathan sniffed, almost feeling as though he was going to smell something rotten and rancid loafing around on the air that was clearly from the other puppy, but alas, he smelt nothing that made him gag and require usage of a gas mask. So instead, Leviathan watched his eye twitch, and tilted his head ever so slightly to this.

"Uhm, yer eye's twitchin'," he said rather flatly, studying it as though it was going to pop up and hang by a string. But instead, perhaps in a rather awkward manner, he bumped noses with the Novian instead, as though his coal black nose was a button to make the twitching stop. "Beep." Now, he was just fucking around plain and simple, trying to see if he could make the slightly older wolf crack a smile. He had the glazed over look, and the maniac tail wag, so where was the Cheshire grin to go with it?

Aha! So he could make noises! Leviathan just about jerked backward and lost his balance when the Novian laughed, and if it weren't for the fact that Leviathan knew if he did, he'd roll down the backside of the hill, and through all of that ivy! It wouldn't have been pleasant, and when the boy took over, so did Leviathan, but at a much slower pace at first. "Huh," the tawny-haired Creeker muttered under his breath, watching the other puppy slip and slide down the other size.

He wanted a game, did he?

Well, then he was in for a real game, because Leviathan haphazardly threw himself down the hill, barely keeping his own footing from the slick, wet places in the frost. The sun was peeking through the trees and the temperature was setting up to rise, which only meant that whatever was frosted over would be wet. Wet leaves meant a slick ride if he took it too fast — which he was. "Hey!" Leviathan hollered out after the Novian, momentarily forgetting that the boy was 'deaf' and couldn't hear him anyway.

Or could he?

Leviathan did an okay job of trailing the Novian down the hill, but just about lost him through the sunflowers. Even though they were wilting and clearing dying (eventually the meadow would be unobscured by them), the Creeker tore them down and went through them very much like those buses that he was probably supposed to be watching for. "Hey, slow down!" Leviathan yelled, not really sure if his deaf friend was well... deaf. He was beginning to doubt it because the other puppy had laughed. Maybe his nose was ticklish?

Eventually, the sound of trashing through the sunflowers ahead of him died down and Leviathan slowed down, wanting to listen in to figure out where that other boy might be. He stalked him cat-like, coiling his tail up over his back as not to get it wagging and whapping the hell out of everything he passed. Leviathan stepped carefully, following the smell and the destruction of the tall stalked flowers, eventually spying the other out.

With a booming kind of bark, he promptly jumped on the other puppy and rolled around aimlessly, attempting to pin him down and "beep" his nose again. Or bite it, Leviathan wasn't sure what he wanted to do more. "You ain't deaf are you," the slightly younger boy said, narrowing his eyes slightly, almost sinister-like. Pinning him down didn't seem like fun anymore, so Leviathan freed himself from the tangle of legs and feet and rose to his feet. Following that, he shook out his coat and frowned slightly. "You didn't have to run away if you didn't wanna talk. I woulda gone away if you asked." That hurt, just a little bit. He didn't being ran away from for more than one reason, but it was something that he wasn't going to dabble into.

It seemed that the leaders of Silver Creek were... less blunt with discussing their war terms than those of the Mountain. Remembering their meeting and the things discussed there, Arsenio had assumed that the Creek had done the same. Judging by Levi and his lack of knowledge about the standings between the packs, it was obviously not so.

"I-I don't know," the golden-eyed Medic murmured, looking down. "I hope not. I have a lot of friends in the Creek, includin' you — I don't want any of 'em to get hurt. I don't want anyone in my pack to get hurt either..." He trailed off, suddenly getting very full of emotions and words. "This place has always been so peaceful; my parents talked about it. Why's this all 'appenin' now?"

Why was it ruining the rest of his childhood?

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Smiling to himself, Arsenio reviewed that today he had formed another friendship with someone from Silver Creek. Another bond with someone who, supposedly, said all those adults, was an enemy. The more ties he had to Silver Creek, the harder it would be to face the fact that the relationships between them and the Mountain would only go down. From what he had seen and talked about, this would eventually end, but probably not without some disputes — either verbal or physical — on down the line.

"This'll probably all blow over."

God, I hope so, Arsenio thought bleakly to himself, looking over to the looming monolith that was Nova Mountain. It looked like home to him — did it look like an enemy to some Silver Creek members? "I hope you're right, Levi," the Plebeian murmured.

It was starting to grow dark, Arsenio finally noted when he noticed the deteriorating light in the area, dissipating until the dawn of the next day. Looking with a shaky smile to his newfound friend, he said, "It looks like it's getting late — my parents'll want me back home. It was nice meetin' you, Levi!" With a friendly nudge to the other pup's shoulder, Arsenio started to bound back towards home, pausing once to wave (which looked odd when a puppy did it) before finally disappearing from view.

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