The Sunspire mr. brightside

Iovan hoped so, too. Though he appreciated the beauty that winter could bring, the novelty wore off quick. Survival came first, and the cold weather lent very little when tasked with that department.

But the Sunspire had proven a stable abode, and he nodded when Rannoch voiced his query - a step of reassurance before words even formed or fell from his mouth. "Oh, it's been great! I think I'm really getting the hang of the land. I haven't actually met a lot of the pack yet, but now that my energy and spirits are up, bombarding the social scene is the next thing up on my list." He didn't think he had to hide his lack of integration from Rannoch, and he made no attempt of being covert with the information. After all, he had every intention to meet the others, and now that he felt comfortable on his own four paws, he would do just that.