Does Spring actually exist here?

Aurielle was quick to ask him about his companion and the woman's inquiry to his hawk's health was a welcomed one and made the brute's tan lips dance in a warm smile. "She is indeed well, annoyed with the lack of spring but well. She said she was off to hunt and do a quick patrol around the border." Drachen replied, his oceanic blue eyes gleaming happily. Are your companions well? How are they fairing the extended cold?" the black and tan male continued, remembering the large feline that fought the bear with him and Ardyn and also the little lemur he had met when Aurielle found him washed up on the beach. He did not know much about lemurs or large cats but he could only assume that they were just as sick of this never ending winter like the rest of them.

It wasn't long before they came to the hill in question, Drachen's blue gaze flicking up towards the top and at part of the stone structure he could see. He followed behind the Spirit as she led the way towards the top and he carefully observed the pathway they walked on, looking for any weaknesses or potential areas where enemies could exploit and filed them away to mention on a later date. Then after some time of climbing, the pair finally reached the top of the hill and foundation of the tower laid bare before him. The male walked in a small circle as he studied the foundation and how the stones were placed in the most sturdy of manner. Curious, Drachen neared the stone wall and placed a paw on top and gave a small push of his dark paw, then nodded in satisfaction when it refused to budge. The dual colored male then turned his attention to Aurielle as she also made her round checking the progress of the foundation.

Her next question was not a surprise to him as he knew it was bound to be asked some time but it did not stop the slight hardening of his deep blue gaze and the subtle raise of his fur along his back before his pelt smoothed once more. "Certainly not like this....." He replied with a soft huff. Quickly he continued on when he realized that answer could have come off as rude. "It was an Empire of kill or be killed. My father, Kublai, was the ruler of the Vaekhal Empire, tyrant really... I am his bastard born son but at the first year of my life, he was kind enough, stern, but treated me well as at that time I was his only son." His blue eyes drifted from his company as he spoke, remembering the easier times of his life. But a season after I reached a year, the King and Queen had a litter and only one survived, a son. Then as he had a legitimate son to the throne, I was no longer really his son but another one of his subjects, only the training he had worked so hard to instill in me could not be so easily cast side. Not long after that, he used me more as a set of dirty fangs in the night to punish those who had upset him in some way."

Drachen met the Spirit's gaze fully then, laying bare of what and who he truly was. His claws and fangs were stained with the blood of many wolves, some innocent of the crimes his father charged them of but powerless to resist his orders. Would this alpha and her pack really want someone like him to stay under their roof and live within their borders? After a moment of silence his tan lips parted and he spoke once more "Washing up on that beach was a blessing that I am forever grateful for." his hushed tones rumbled truthfully as his eyes searched her's for any sort of disgust or anger that his past may had sparked. He hoped with everything in his being that she would still accept him but he was not naive enough to expect it.