Starry, Starry Night

This place was entirely unlike where he'd grown up, but he saw the benefits of making a wide open plain like this home. The prey opportunities here were no doubt plentiful, especially in warmer weather. This land so far seemed unusually cold as far as Auster went, but he'd grown up much further south of here. As much as he loved the trees too, there was undeniable beauty in the wide open sky above, giving a perfect view of the stars. He'd never spent much time looking at them but as he grew older he found himself more intrigued by them and their purpose.

"Ah, it's no matter," he shook off the worry quickly. Sota knew one of his personal strengths was in knowing the wolves around him; with a keen eye for detail things like remembering names and faces came easily to him. "Desota actually, but I go by Sota most often," he explained to the larger man. Introducing himself with his more formal name seemed a habit best left in the past - a new name for a new blossoming life. Here, things were less formal. Wolves rarely bowed and nicknames were the norm. "Not out here, no. I think the castle will suit me best. Somewhere higher up, maybe. Climbing is kind of my thing," he admitted with a soft laugh. He'd definitely gotten a bit rusty since his broken leg incident but he had healed well and though it still ached at times he figured he ought to start stretching his limbs again with some real climbs, and the castle was a good start. "But I can see why a den out here would be appealing."