Qeya River i can kill with my own hands

Runs to kick the activity checker's ass

As Kaster approached and was noticed, he greated the large tundrian with small bow of his head. Yes, Wintersbane. He'd known little about the leader of the pack who took him in, so inquiring more about whom he'd be serving was useful information. "Good morning." The prince greeted simply as he made his way towards the other male's side. Standing this close to someone who was a stranger still made him a little unnerved, but he was getting the hang of it.

"Everything is well off so far. I have yet to meet the others, but my stay has given me plenty of work to attend to." The hunts and guarding kept his muscles busy with something to do, and though he'd grow tired sometimes there was not much to complain about -- so long as he had something stimulating his mind from boredom.