Cassiopeia's View in my dreams, i am supreme

His shoulders hurt from having been so tense before. Relenting felt like relief, and though he was incredibly self-conscious, he found it easier to be in that moment when he didn't look directly at his company. He placidly listened to the list of given names, unable to decide on which one he would use until he turned pale eyes on him, and thought:

Aurelius.

He stared for an overlong moment, finally allowing himself to study other things about the man's face besides his blazing muzzle and sorrel-amber eyes. This wolf, despite his friendly countenance, had seen his fair share of fights— not unlike himself. Though he was almost sure Aurelius' battles had been ones of honor, while his own fights had always been mere reckless throws of his own life. "I'm just looking around," he said, peering back out over the View. "I'm from the Fen, down there," he added without meaning to, accompanying the confession with a small jerk of his muzzle in his pack's general direction.

"I'm guessing you're just up here looking to offer peace and company," he dryly accused, perhaps to even out his sudden subdued behavior before. Couldn't have wolves thinking he was nice, after all...