Erik is... honestly, he's feeling better than he has been. The burden of his father's care wasn't on his shoulders alone anymore. He was on good terms (better than good) with Ember, and he was settling into the Hallows alright. Living indoors was a strange concept, it would take some adjusting. It's always going to take some adjusting.

Growing pains, in a different way than he's used to. The parentified oldest son, the lost middle son, and now what? Artorias had taken him in, and Erik is... doing his best. He won't let anyone down, not this time. Part of that-- he's always been the older brother. Why not work with the pups, work with the ones who need a little extra training.

Putting the invitation out for the younglings, Erik waits.

"Speech"

Little soldier boy Titus had for lack of better words, become overly ambitious. He understood confidence was key to his victories and that what he did was dangerous but to him it was nothing more than what a good protector was supposed to do. Killing the cougar? Simply a job well done to him. Killing the coyotes with the antlered guy? Self defense. The tiger pair? Him repaying a debt he didn't owe in the first place. It was all a serious business to him. He was no slouch and he would prove himself to his uncle and the whole of the Hollows. He was strong like his father in his mother's stories, a hero born to another heroic bloodline. A king's nephew and by all right fully capable of taking one of their Vanguard positions. Hell he was sure he could prove himself worthy of commander or even heir apparent if he put his mind to it. But he was more into proving himself and becoming a vanguard. He wasn't about to set himself up for disappointment, though then again if he aimed for the moon he would land among the stars. He was mid-reading of on of the knights stories he liked so much when a call caught his ear. A cant of his head and a earmark of his page and he was off. A flick of his tail to the Tip of Nikolai's ear as he moved past and a bark at Andrei had the boy's companions following and moving with him. He would recollect his book later. He trotted off and into the plains at a steady pace, keeping in mind that he wasn't sure who had made the call. He didn't recognize the voice but they had called for a youngling. He came upon the darker wolf after a brisk trot through the snow covered plains. His eyes narrowed in suspicion of the stranger. Who the hell was he? He smelled like he belong but Titus hadn't a clue yet. "You called? Also who are you?" He better not be someone secretly training Kolt or Ballad. If he was then Titus for dang sure wanted in, he couldn't let his siblings get the upper paw on him. He did keep his claws retracted and did his best to hide the difference in his paws for now. Had to keep everyone guessing about his hand paws right? Walk, "Talk", Think Come marching home