Grouse Thicket Dancing on our feet to an introspective beat

It'd been a few days since his acceptance into the Court, but already, the soldier was restless. It seemed that he wasn't used to pack life, especially peaceful pack life without any spars or battles or tactictical plans. Without any use for his knowledge. It wasn't that he wasn't grateful for the home, but he simply felt he could be doing something more useful than patrolling, day after day, sometimes even at night too. So, that morning, Nico rose, did his usual morning routine of some breakfast, then a patrol, before he excused himself from the fledgling lands of his pack and left for a little fresh air. He would be lying if he said he didn't feel a little bit trapped in the Glade, amongst the fancy words of the pack ranks.

It was hot. And the deWinter did not like it at all, for he was, after all, a wolf of the North. Damn, what he would give to be back in the lands of the ice and cold. But he had pledged loyalty to this pack, and unless they didn't make it to creation, he knew he couldn't leave, not just yet. Nico exhaled sharply and trudged through a place which he was somewhat familiar with, but couldn't quick put his paw on. It came to him a moment later, when he saw a familiar figure beneath the shade of an oak. The soldier paused, before emerging from the shadows, green eyes twinkling with warmth as he bowed his head politely. "Didn't think I'll see you again," Nico said, lips tugging upwards in his trademark smile.