Shadewood To be kept aware, is why he shares.

He'd heard the lupine summons, and listened to the crash of the young wolf he'd followed with shadowy silence when he'd come across her before his den. Perhaps she was looking for him before the summons, for whatever reason. He'd stepped out and sniffed at where she'd before lumbering towards the calling -- the calling that seemed too important for the youth to miss-- with movements heavier than usual. 
Hibernation would take him to sleep soon.

He didn't exactly follow the path of the young wolf, but instead opted to rise up again on the same rock as he'd done so before; the Heir's rock. He didn't know why he chose it, but he liked it and would keep it until some lupine mutt claimed it as their own; but for now, he moved to lay upon its structure.
 His mountain under the canopy.

He eyed the wolves, spring gems filled with curiosity towards the wolves he'd been requested to watch over. He didn't spare a glance to the lupine king upon the rock overlooking the forming pack.