Starry, Starry Night

Sota was beyond thrilled at The Hallows' move to Auster. This continent was far less inhabited than Boreas was - these lands were where he'd grown up, and were what he was used to. Maybe not these specific territories, as he and the Songa were known for being elusive and avoiding wolves his family always called northerners. Either way he was pleased with the move and eager to get exploring their new home. The journey had not been terribly difficult for him; his broken leg had nearly fully healed, save for an ache that crept in on particularly damp and cool days, though his short legs had definitely made the journey feel a little bit longer for him than for the others. But now that he was home and well-rested, he was eager to get to know his new home.

The weather, tonight in particular, was beautiful. There was a very slight chill in the air but it was warmer than he'd expected - and coupled with the clear night sky Sota wasn't sure he could ask for much else. Breathing a content sigh he trailed across the plains, sniffing at the landmarks and making good use of his time to get a mental map of his new home ingrained in his head. This plain was oddly barren of trees, wide and expansive to the point that it made him feel quite small, but he wasn't bothered by it. The stars alone made him feel a bit less alone - not to mention the wolf up ahead, who he barely saw until he was nearly upon him. "Hello there! Shilah, isn't it?" He was a quiet fellow and didn't know many of his packmates well except by name. He offered the man a characteristic bow, his head sweeping low and nose nearly grazing the grass before he raised it again to face him.