Sun moon and stars.

"I'm out here 24/7. I don't like being trapped in some cave or burrow or den. I like to be out here, underneath the sky and the stars and to be surrounded by my home...and pretty packmates." He smiled and winked at her, Raziel had been brought up to think of himself as the heir to the pack, the princeling even though their treatment of princes was to beat them bloody and somehow that would ensure them to be braver instead of running away. He didn't think it would really work but he had been but a young boy then and there had been really nothing he could actually do. But the arts of charm and luring stuck and truthfully the greyscale Roman was not to rushed to get rid of the habit.

"I'm Raziel, whats your name?" he asked with a gentle tilt of his head, fierce teal eyes meeting the silver fae's bright blue ones. The keeper of secrets had made it a goal to meet all his packmates here in Bearclaw Valley, to prove to the white king and queen that he was loyal not only to them, but to the pack. And that he was hardworking and was trying his best to interact with his packmates, to socialize and form bonds with them. He wanted them to know they could trust him, and trust him they could. For Raziel's loyalty was hard to earn but hard to remove once earned, and the Alphas and the pack had earned it.