Starry, Starry Night

Sota was pleased with his company; he nodded in agreement. "The pleasure is all mine, Shilah," he admitted with a warm smile as he twisted around to look at him. "I wouldn't mind a bit of a walk, if you don't mind:?" Sota suggested. "I broke my leg just before I joined The Hallows and it hasn't been quite right since, especially when it gets cold out. Stretching it helps it from getting too stiff." Not that this continent was all that cold comparatively, but the nights had been colder than he'd anticipated so far, as if Boreas's more intense weather was working its way south. The days of his youth had never been quite so cold, but then again youth had a wonderful way of masking things too, and he wasn't getting any younger either.

Slowly he moved, grateful for the chance to both stretch his legs and get to know another packmate. He knew he'd been slacking in that department, prone to keeping to himself more often than not. "It's a bit strange, I can see that. I'll give it a try before making any big decisions." Not that Sota minded being uprooted. For all he cared, The Hallows could up and move every season and he'd adapt just fine, but that came from his upbringing. And speaking of his upbringing... "Climbing trees, more like. My size makes it pretty easy. Well - used to be easy. Where I'm from it was our main method of travel, but I had to learn to adapt once I left home," he explained with a low chuckle. Sometimes the culture he'd been brought up in seemed so vastly unlike what he was used to now that it was almost comical, and rendered it difficult to explain to others.