Humming followed the boy wherever he wandered, reveling in the magic of the Earth God. Birdsong was the triumph of the Earth immortal over the bitter Frostfall that had clung like a wild cougar on the back of Helovia. It truly hadn't wanted to leave, but Kipp was glad to see it go. He much preferred the nature of his beloved Lord after all. Nature surrounded the Foothills, flourished in every nook and cranny. Protected by the wall of mountains, greenery was abundant in the herdland. Awed by these changed, Kipp had wandered away on his own to explore lands he knew better than his own body. He'd grown up here after all. Happy blue eyes observed the birds that flitted overhead, sun shining up the curve of his horn as he watched them go.

They were beautiful no doubt, but Kipp knew that dogs were the only acceptable companions from the sons of Mandrake. Of course she was 'Mother' to him, not Mandrake. And Kipp was more than eager to follow in the footsteps of his brothers and take on a companion just as they had. Though he doubted he would have large dogs like Archibald, or Knox. With the running around he did, he wanted his companion to keep up and entertain him. Dapples of sunlight fell along the appaloosa spotting along his rump, only causing further confusion of spots and dots. The canopy of trees above did not escape his constant attention as he marveled at the different wonders. It felt as if he was growing with every new minute. In mind, body, and spirit. He was taking after his father quite a lot, but he still loved Mother. Even if she was rather terrifying. He knew better than to go against her, warnings from both his father and the reminder of Casimir always keeping him far from her punishing blows. Somehow he had grown up a rather free spirit, and he yearned to journey to the Earth God's lands. Wishing for the ability to speak with any animal he pleased, and to gain his companion. Kipp flicked his tail and shook away the dew that rested on his listeners, as it was still early morning. The sky a beautiful mix of pinks and purples. The humming continued as he took a winding path through the trees of his home. Having no real destination but enjoying the familiar earthy scents mingling with the Foothills distinctive smell. Home in both ways.