This was only step one

Vision restored and pride more than intact, the titan had been busy repairing the damage to the cave where he'd started to settle himself the first time they'd stayed on the island. Nestled near the foot of one of the smaller rocky peaks that made up the island's terrain, it was more than large enough to accommodate his bulk. Horns and all. Mostly it was just full of fresh furs, with the beginnings of a hearth carved out of the base of a back wall. It was all a work in progress, and he was certain that there was enough time available to him to make it all perfect. For the moment, he lounged lazily in the mouth of his den, watching the clouds roll by. He hadn't realized how much he'd missed just seeing them scuttle across the sky, until that opportunity had been stolen.

When a familiar voice rang out over the island, the beast rolled lazily to his paws. With a steady gait, he made his way towards the site that had been unofficially dubbed as a meeting place in the past. Manea had seemed attached to it, and in passing he'd noticed a few additions and alterations to the area since the start of their occupation. By the time he shouldered his way through the undergrowth, the area in front of the lake was already teeming with unfamiliar wolves. New faces caught his eye, including a few young men who were barely yearlings. All of the scents were familiar, but he hadn't seen many of them. The long night had been some time in the past, but he was only now recovered from its hardships. Lifting his eerie, hellish gaze upwards to meet the cerulean eyes of his amethyst cousin and her husband, the brute offered a polite incline of his broad skull, alongside a curt half smile, in greeting.

He didn't see his sister yet. He'd have to keep a space open for her, then. Lumbering around the outskirts of the assembled wolves, he scanned over their faces and bodies with gently glowing optics. He noticed Imperia there, and wondered why she hadn't shown for their spar at that carnival a little while ago. She seemed just as surly and disinterested as ever, so perhaps she'd decided against gracing him with her presence. With a disgruntled snort, the goliath dropped heavily onto his haunches near an unfamiliar, dark furred yearling. There were traces of a familiar amethyst throughout her coat, and he could only make an educated guess at her ties to the group. He curled his thick banner loosely against his hip, and leaned his weight into one sturdy forelimb while he waited for his sister to appear and the meeting to begin.