Steel was not suited for pack life. He had decided this long ago, before his parents had died, and long before even joining Argead. And now Esarosa wanted to join a pack. He didn't - couldn't - protest. She was a social creature, that was obvious to him, and he wasn't. He could function within a pack, but thrive? Probably not. It was okay, though. Relationships were about compromise, and if his friend - or should he call her his girlfriend? - wanted this, he would not deny her that opportunity.
The journey north was not a terrible one. Though he'd spent much of his life in the warmer southern climate, the colder biome was not entirely unpleasant to him. Steel was quiet as he trailed a bit behind Esarosa, following her scent easily but giving her space.. or saying that he was giving himself space was probably a more accurate way of phrasing it. The other wolves that Esarosa had invited along were strangers to him, and he was okay with keeping it that way.
Not long after Esarosa paused at the borders and let loose a howl for someone to greet them, Steel would wander in behind her, loping easily to her side. It was one place he felt comfortable in the world, and he was determined to not lose that safe place he had claimed as his own. Silent as a stone, he would lower himself to his haunches, waiting with the others for whoever might greet them.
