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He wondered if some conflict might arise- and hoped that her sons weren't blind followers who would suffer nights in a cold den simply so that her mother's chosen acolyte might have pleasant dreams. If they objected, her words would be put to the test- there was little to be lost, in the meantime, running on the assumption that they would have no qualms with him staking his claim. 

"Hmm," He murmured thoughtfully. Beneath willows? Perhaps a bit damp, he thought, as willows often thrived in swampy conditions. This high in the mountains, such places might feel a bit more cold in the winter, if they were humid. He wasn't sold on the idea- though his worldly knowledge was considerably less, he felt entitled to his opinions. "I will 'ave to check dem out when I come back," He said with a sunny, catlike smile. "Tonight I would sleep out under de stars so long as de weather 'olds. It be only one night, anyway..." He said. 

It would certainly bother him if the weather did not hold- lwa forbid that his fur should curl overnight if it was too humid. He couldn't return to his homelands looking like a sheepish ragamuffin.