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.