The Sunspire You Tell Me When, I'm Ready To Go. I Was Born Ready!

He spent a lot of time near the borders, just as he done in Easthollow. There was something mildly comforting in the routine of it, even if the scenery was different. He was as silent as ever as he strode along the edges of their new home, his large form still growing larger even now. His feet left large prints in the snow behind him, even as the snow fell steadily from the sky. His thick, northern coat protected him from the cold, even up here, and he barely noticed it as he moved. His mind wandered here and there, but his thoughts were mostly of Valette and his mother. He thought about Merrit a lot too. His cousin was a familiar presence he was thankful for, but he couldn't help but keep his guard up even around him. He was afraid of getting too attached to anyone; it hurt too much when he lost the ones he loved. Besides, he had other things to concern himself with. He wanted to be strong and hard like his father. He wanted to be a protector, and he wanted to learn about the stars. So he dived head first into whatever would bring him closer to those goals. 

A howl pulled him from his thoughts, and he lifted his head to sniff the air. The wind made it difficult to figure out exactly where the call had come, but the sound told him the general direction.

When he finally found her, he stopped quietly in front of her. His gaze was as icy as the breeze and his expression was expectant and demanded to know what she was doing so close to his new home.