Sun Mote Copse There's a song in my heart now

He was not hidden or trying to lurk, unlike his usual tactics, and certainly wasn't here to test anyone in combat. He didn't really know why he was here at all rather than upon his mountain — but it was probably related to his bruised ego and the scar that cleaved across his rib cage. When one of the strangers noticed him and called out to him, he followed that invitation and drifted closer. Tulimaq was not as wary of these wolves as he perhaps should have been; assuming he understood their intention to claim the woods and their connection to the plateau pack, it would be unwise for him to make a scene or let himself become too controlling in this moment.

When the attention of the host drifted his way he stopped. Wildfire drifted closer and after pausing, appeared to recognize him. He wished he had a better answer than, I need somewhere to stay. It felt like admitting defeat. His heart was still devoted to the mountain; he would conquer it one day, but until he chose to take up that challenge again, he was willing to pledge himself here. Although his features remained neutral a subtle sourness crept across his expression as he added, The winter has not been kind.