He had to admit that it was quite strange to be so... at peace, or at least not troubled by some sort of event or inter pack dynamic. In fact, perhaps it was something to worry over itself, this sudden lack of concern - things had been going too well perhaps. Of course, he tried desperately not to think so much on it, more content to try and enjoy the peace while it lasted. Had they not all been agitated over the constant upheaval not so long ago? Was an alpha's life just one worry after the next? Perhaps but... not today.

Instead, he took his time to participate in the more leisurely activities that being a wolf granted him. With the coming of winter, the beach had become a ghastly place of wind and violent waves. Snow had eaten up the ground and the trees hung brittle and cold with their bare limbs. This day, though, things were truly calm. The mid winter sun had even blessed them with its golden rays, rays that fell from the sky and landed upon him as he basked by the dunes. He lay sprawled on his back atop one of the flatter rocks, his paws tucked in close to his body as he faced into the sky, eyes shut though his ears continued to swivel and twist with each new sound. The sun warmed his belly, breaking through the layers of thick fur to bathe his skin in a glow he could have sworn he'd almost forgotten.

He wondered if there were others in the pack this day that, too, enjoyed the break from the vicarious weather. Caligula remained as silent as ever - an absence he had been trying to ignore - and yet his children seemed to grow only bolder. Not so long ago, Judas had caused quite a stir... he'd need to discuss that with his son soon enough but for now, this was enough. Perhaps he would be lucky, perhaps some other would come to enjoy the sun with him - or not. It was just pleasant enough to listen to the sweet sounds of the waves lapping lazily at the shore, after all.