Let me know if any of the housing crap is not okay? 
Toliy can of course go where he wants, but I figured for at least the first night they'd hole up in the hotel. xD Backdated to March 15. ((420))
After the meeting with Vigilante, the trio of werewolves had headed almost straight for the hotel. They had a bunch of stuff to drop off, and Rurik was already vaguely aware of the area's existence as well as Strelein's residence there; it was one of the things that Strel had said during the tour. Neither Liliy nor Anatoliy had ever seen the interior of the Miracles pack territory, so as they made their way along the Shattered Coast, they peered around with interest. This area was already one Rurik had browsed through, though he had paused once or twice to take in the lovely views over the cliffs and facing the ocean. Rurik's children certainly weren't exact copies of him, no, but at least they seemed to share a mutual liking for the sea.
They had found the hotel easily enough; it was a rather large building, after all. Getting in had been the real trick—it had taken Rurik several minutes before he found the gate leading to the entrance. The overgrowth surrounding the hotel gave it a rather ominous look, but Rurik wasn't concerned in the least; he knew this would be a great place to settle. They'd picked a trio of rooms on the third floor, similar to the arrangement back at their Halifax home—there was at least one room in between each of them to afford them some amount of privacy, but they'd selected the same general cluster of rooms. Rurik wasn't certain this arrangement would be permanent, but for now, it worked. After settling their things down, the silver-furred werewolf had bid his children good-bye, telling them they were free to explore or do whatever they wanted, really. Rurik wasn't an exceptionally involved parent; he didn't believe in smothering his children, but he was always there if they needed him.
Creeping up the stairs, the silver-furred werewolf admired the condition of the building. Certainly, the wolves of the Miracles pack—his pack now, he reminded himself—had done some work to restore it, but still, it was remarkable. The Russian wolf padded up to the second floor, flicking his ears this way and that to try and detect some sounds. He would have expected more to live in the hotel, but he supposed there was a hell of a lot more territory than he had been given the opportunity to see. There would be time to explore it all later, he was certain. For now, though, he wanted to share the news with Strel.
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