Silvertip Mountain O brother, where art thou?

FitzDutiful had been sleeping, but not restfully. Lately his sleep was broken for a reason he couldn't place. Zaria was more aggressive, possessive almost, in a way that was confusing and slightly bewildering. He thought of how she had barged in on his meeting with their new members and hoped that she hadn't undone any of the fenced he had tried to mend. Waking up, once again, he gave up on the sleep that eluded him so much and headed out, casting a wary eye so to not disturb his beloved.

Outside, his brother was there and FitzDutiful went to greet him warmly. Things had gone well between them and he seemed to integrate into their pack just fine too. He hoped Steady was happy here, though he had never found a way to ask him directly. "Morning brother," he said, his tone the only thing that betrayed the tiredness that he felt. He wanted to know what was keeping him awake, it wasn't normal. "Life treating you well?"