He didn’t get excited or have any anticipation with any winter shenanigans he and Cersei had gotten into. That was in the past, when they were much younger, much more fit and when he expected it to happen. Years have passed with nothing, there had been times when he was saddened by this, but in time he just grew to love his mate and accept that it would be them together and he was okay with that. So he didn’t expect anything this year either. He didn’t really pick up on her strange behaviors. Nothing seemed too out of the ordinary. They had found a place to handle the winter, cleared out a den to stave off the cold at night, and found the area with an abundance of prey to make it easier on them to hunt. Sinclair could feel the chill in his bones a little more than he used too, but he was still healthy and still felt like the tank he always was. Able to take down the prey as long as he got a hold of it in a good spot. No one would have to worry about being fed, even if they were loners.

He hadn’t gone far from the den. Sitting and keeping guard, violet and red circled eyes on the lookout for any fresh game trails that had happened nearby. He was still growing familiar with the area they had picked, they were close to Taviora, which was, to his knowledge, a rather peaceful pack, but large. Sin didn’t personally know any wolves there at all, but he didn’t expect any trouble from them. Sure Angels probably were there, but Sinclair hadn’t been around or introduced to any others of that line in years. In reality, he wasn’t even sure how well he would do if presented with Latin. He never spoke it, so it was starting to vanish with lack of use, it had been years since he really thought much of any of his family. Ryker had vanished with his imprint, and then he and Cersei went on their outside Moladion tour of the lands beyond. Being back again, it was hard to think or even care much anymore. They may be blood, but they were strangers. His ears twitched and his head turned when he heard the slightly panicked tones of his mate calling to him.

Concern etched his visage, while slight she sounded off slightly. His long, strong legs quickly carried him back to the densite, eyes scanning around for any thing that might have caused her any alarm. Sinclair might have always been a bit… slow to the punch with some things. He wasn’t emotionally dense, but he could be a little thick at seeing the obvious at times. Still her choice of words and everything just left the wolf with a look of pure bewilderment as her gaze set on him. Again his eyes scanned the area, but his tail waved and he gave a reassuring smile despite not knowing what it was exactly that was out of her requirements. She was not the little princess he had fallen in love with, she had grown, changed and they were used to sleeping in far rougher places than this after their years of travel. So what could it be?

”What is is, Cer?” He asked his head tilting ever so slightly. Everything around him seemed as it was when he walked, really he hadn’t gone far, but he could have missed something he supposed. ”Something not to your liking around here?” He couldn’t be sure, maybe she decided the den was too big now. He noticed she had been digging it out off and on, and it wasn’t like he was a big wolf, but the den could probably fit a family by now. It still densely didn’t set in. He was puzzled, but he would do whatever he could to make her happy.