Everyone around him was anxious. He had been born after the long closing of the Veil and had not known a life of the world outside his home, nor did he take the offer to explore it when the Veil opened. Apparently, before him, there was a time when Kells and Irithyll weren't so restricted from one another. His kind had visited the mortals before, and the long closing had come as a shock.
For Pollux it was the norm, and the lifting of the barrier between him and there had left him unsettled. He had hid, honestly. Hid within his den and counted the time until the mortals left. He wasn't ready -- he hadn't prepared. Suddenly new wolves entered a life where change hadn't occurred for him. New types of wolves; some stocky and short, some large and intimidating, and some right in the middle. It was too much, and truth be told he was glad it was over.
So he traveled. Headed for the Crystal Forest to greet it once again. He had heard Wisps were coming together and offering a fun game, and, well, Pollux was not known to say no to a Wisp.
