they should call me icarus, flying this close to the sun

He absorbed the information that Sirius offered up to willingly, intruiged to find that there were so many more resources available to him now. To be honest, he didn't know what else to say at this point. As his new Alpha showed him new thing after new thing it seemed like he found himself wanting to repeat the same things, like 'so cool', or 'look good'. It was true though. From the impressively burning fire in the center of camp, to the underground storeroom and the beach now laid out before him, everything he saw was just so much better than what he was used to, a total upgrade in every way.

He took not of the direction that Sirius said his own den was, along with that of the Healers- something he perked up at little. "I'll remember that, thanks." Chances are he'd be visiting the medic quite a bit with the way he was, always pushing his limits and diving headfirst into the dirty work. It wasn't as if he were stupid or reckless enough to get himself seriously injured, but he had a habbit of wearing cuts and bruises like medals alongside the scars on his body, and he wasn't afraid to get a little banged up.
"Speech"