Sun moon and stars.

Raziel laughed, "I bet you say 'nice to meet you' to almost every packmate. Its usually not nice to meet me though, I've been described as an unpleasant, conceited, arrogant man but I appreciate the gesture/compliment, whatever." The Roman tilted his head slightly, a smile spreading across his maw. "If you meant it though, thank you." Being a gentleman was not what he was best at, a sardonic and annoying warrior yes, but a gentleman was hard. He was getting used to it though, these green lands here almost always liked warriors with a kind heart. Sad he wasn't one of them.

"Its a nice place, the main entrance makes it hard for others to get in but the secret entrances make an easy way out if the need ever comes to be. Hopefully not. Our Alphas have a good eye for territories, I suppose. If I had to choose though, I would prefer to live on snow topped mountains year round, with the north wind blowing strong." Raziel smiled, a wistful look touching his features for a mere second. "It runs in my blood, northman blood."