The Sunspire go straight at the sun

There's so very much to take in and above it all, he knows without a shred of doubt that he was right to want to come back here. He may be used to uncertainty, but basking in such sanctity all comes as a great, satisfying rush. This, too, serves to help him know of something out here that is true, and that this pathway may not be as forsaken as it once seemed prior to crossing back over the ranges.

But, for you? His ears shift and he wanted to say something right off. But words were none, and especially so when he's newly aware of touch and how his shoulders want to arc up into it for more with a soft sigh. Hesitation seems to melt from his marrow as the seconds deepen, and this comes in a slow rhythm of his tail. "Not what I usually hear," he chuffed softly, and found the courage to arc his neck in reach for the fellow's agouti furs. He intends for just a small nip, but finds himself lingering with a long look over his shoulder at Warbone's expression.

"I have only just returned," he says softly, feeling strangely flattered even still. Now that the lands had healed from famine, he could afford to spend more time here, unless winter took too much too fast. The last had been so mild -- could he greedily hope for more? "So I cannot say why that would be so, exactly.." he adds and tips his muzzle, but keeps a curious look about himself even so. "Do you intend to winter nearby?" he asks, with the thought of months to come so heavy on his mind already.