Cassiopeia's View in my dreams, i am supreme

Though Nathaniel had been more than glad to accept Sebastian's offer to remain with his pack, it was a bittersweet feeling to be back under his younger sibling's lead. He supposed that their age difference was negligible, born half an hour apart at most, but he had always felt superior to his monochromatic brother— a feeling that had almost exclusively to do with him being afflicted by some variation of first-born's syndrome. He left the Fen, a sour taste in his mouth as he thought about his new pack, his family (new and old), and how far they had progressed without him... How stagnant and stubborn he had been his whole life.

The dusky brute padded carefully along the shelves of the View. He was not one for heights, but saw an advantage to it now, wanting to see beyond what level ground allowed him. Upon reaching the highest point he was comfortable with— maybe about halfway up— he reclined to observe the valleys beneath him for a while. Not high enough to view the ocean, which would have been a delight on its own, he found peace overlooking everything he couldn't normally see at once; welcoming the quiet wind-whistling that swirled around him with faint twitches of heedful ears.