He needed a breather. There was alot going on where he would need to take a step back from the situations and analyze them for what they were. What was happening to the boundaries, the rules, the limitations and such he had set for this pack? Where was his need to find the true balance between public image and allowing secrets to remain where they lie? And most of all, where would this train of disaster take him? His kids? His legacy? 

Or would he be forgotten? Perhaps he hadn't made much of an impact on this world- and frankly, he mused, he was fine with this. His deeds were not good, and his efforts pooled into much more than a single mind could comprehend. Sometimes, it hurt to be broken. 
And others?

Well...he wouldn't touch upon it. 
For right now, was a time to relax, and enjoy the solace while he had it. 

Walking free from the linked fence of the Keep, he ventured to the coast, and found himself in the Grove of Coconuts. He wasn't too keen on the hard round orbs, but they were nice to play with with children, he assumed. He hadn't seen either of his kids in what...months?

Another was here, and it was almost a backwash into the past. With the whoosh of the far away sea, he could catch the light dance of perfume that was this girl, and he recognized immediately who it was. He hadn't spoken to her now, but being in the step of a leader, he would have found his voice long ago because of it. 

"Hello" he greeted only loud enough for her to hear. 
Cry never forgot a face, nor a signature.

There was a succinct taste of formality in the air within her words. It was much more bitter than what he’d expect from someone whom he had a romping with not so long ago- in fact, he wasn’t even willing to pursue it. It more more worked in his favor for him to relish the fond memory himself than to taint it with an unrelived upbringing. 

“No,” he responded with a somewhat boyishly slight grin. “Just because I don’t need any help.” He didn’t. Well, he did, but she couldn’t help him; the rank of other lupine on him that he couldn’t recognize brought his intentions with newcomers to a much more narrow whittle. “Really nice day out. Just trying to enjoy it, too.” Auds leveled with the uproars of a yawning sea, the gentle rolls of it in its lazy tantrum. 

"Probably" he rolled his shoulders with a non-caring shrug. Whether she knew them or ot was less of a care to him. In fact, it was better that he kept his band much more secret than what he had already fucked up and revealed. "Firebirds, you say? Somewhat a decent comrade of Colt, there; might give him a hello sooner or later" A paw at the overturned shell of a clam placed it back ommitedly proper in the rustled sands of the grove. Atlantic blues only briefly touched her face before he finally let the words flow out. 

"I'm the Keepwatcher of Shadewood, literally right behind you all. We keep to ourselves." Which is why you've never heard of us, you silly little girl', his chaste and bitter humor berated her silently from within. A polite dip of his head gave way to none of the sardonic reaper within, and a rise of his crown showed nothing but the mask of gentlemanly habits. "Pleasure meeting another Firebird; think it would be nice for use to have maybe a little meet up between our packs."