He heard her before he had the chance to see her, her yip rousing him from his pointless resting. Instantly, he lolled over more so to his side, eyes sliding open to watch her jog forward. He rose then with a small grin, thankful to see their healer certainly in much better spirits than she had been so long ago. It was hard not to remember her as that too-skinny, trembling girl that lay at the borders and yet, now, that image seemed to disappear entirely. If anything, she was radiant. Whether it had been returning home that had done it or something else entirely, the last few seasons had done her well.

"Of course, Riopat. I can't help but desire some company today, after all. It's too good a day to keep to myself."

His grin widened briefly before he shuffled over, allowing her a place beside him in the full rays of the sun. He hadn't had a chance to truly get to know their Healer, though perhaps that had been more his fault than anything. He had spent so much time running after his children or his mate that he had forgotten to take a moment out to open up to the others. With Caligula's unfathomable disappearance, he felt a piece missing and part of him hoped a better closeness with the pack would fill it. If he wanted his own children to see pack as family then he ought to do the same, he figured.

"You seem to be doing well - how are you finding Glorall? You seem to take quite a liking to that island, I see."

He chuckled, passing a gaze off to the rise in the distance. The island had never been used so much before Riopat had arrived, he was sure of it. It had been where he and Rogue had taken that strange fellow, Attu, and where the children had made rumors up of strange beasts. But now, it seemed, it was the flourishing underling of Riopat's own. He had to wonder what the island held - a glisten of curiosity that flickered behind his eyes - that kept her so adamantly there.