He was young, small, and yet - despite his youth - intelligent and inquisitive. Along with that he was too young to know true terror, infected with an unhealthy dosing of arrogance from the former authority of his lineage, and was already both numb to and felt untouchable by death. It was a dangerous combination of traits that already, as young as he was, he had began to naively - although not wholly incorrectly - consider a source of charisma and charming eccentricity, and that perception had started to form the very core of his being. He was in the time in one's life when one had just began pave the way to eventually build their ideas of their personality, and already so young Givenchi-chan had a sense of exactly who and what he planned to be. Whether that was for better or worse could only be told by time.

Already, however, the dangers showed themselves like blaring warning lights, ones that perhaps even the youngling was aware of as he padded towards the oasis with a sort of headstrong pride that was matched only by his curiosity. The foreign scents that overwhelmed his senses less alarmed and more excited him. A stray, strange smell on a passing breeze had him awake and alert with question of what creature it could possibly belong to, maybe a new prey or, even more exciting, a dangerous predator. Ears pricked as he navigated the surrounding forest, careful to camouflaged his brown and cream pelt into the earth tones of the lands, he was already in awe of the world beyond their hollow, an entire new world brought to his senses on the passing winds.