Romanov typically kept to himself unless approached. He checked in with his father before going about his own business. More often not picking to patrol alone or sniff around the surrounding areas of Willow Ridge. He was always a call away, though. For he dared not startle anyone into thinking he might have gone away.

But this evening he wanted to find someone. A familiar someone. Romanov settled himself comfortable under a willow tree, away from the communal den. If who he wanted wasn't busy then they would come to him. The Archer boy tilted his head back with a soft howl released into the cool air for his cousin Sven.

He lowered his head and ended his call, letting his head be filled with thoughts again. Roman knew the shift in rank from his father to his cousin. Perhaps the older Archer would be busy with new tasks or already looking to be done with duties for the night. Hopefully Romanov wasn't being a nuisance.

His cousin welcomed himself easily and cut right to the point. Roman shouldn't have been so surprised. He had called up the older Archer after all. "Hello to you too." He smiled easily, not taking the pale man's bluntness to heart. "I just had some questions if you weren't too busy." Romanov rolled his shoulders as he relaxed in his cousin's presence.

Undoubtedly both of his cousins - and now both his leaders - had been the most stable figures in his life. His own parents had seemed to wax and wane over his young months, his own littermates (for he still knew Elle to be a strange blood sister) had gone and come. But never did Sven and Ravenna seem to move like the wind.

"Do you think my father is going to get better?" A coolness to his tones while his amber eyes begged for nothing but honesty. Romanov didn't care what the answer was he just needed to know.