AW || Morning, Patchy rain possible, 67 ° F, 19 ° C
He had been curled up with Astrid through most of the night. It was more or less out of habit at this point. While a small part of him also wondered if it was because he had become protective of her. She was hard to keep up with sometimes but he gladly did it. Never once had he regretted joining in on (or saving her from!) her antics. That morning he had his own ideas, though. Her give a soft lick to her crown before peeling himself off of her. His paws led him towards the borders but he had no intentions of crossing them. He just wanted a peaceful morning.
This place wasn't so bad and it already had a familiar face. Well, two actually. Alastor and Kuwindwa. Alastor had been the nice guy who had helped him out of the ominous woods. Mathuin certainly hadn't forgotten about the male despite the gap in time from that incident. These woods were far nicer. More lively and colored. The white-barked trees were comforting to the large yearling. The other had been an older female he had run into at some lake thing. She wasn't so bad either. The rest of the wolves were foreign to him but he was willing to bet that would change if Astrid liked this place.
Mathuin took in a deep breath to relax. He would be fine. Things would be fine.