Niernan had found that he was much happier and much more comfortable now that he was back in the pine and brine scented packlands, he knew that he was sleeping easier than when he was out in the wilderness. Yet the information he had gathered on the surrounding areas was invaluable, he'd be sure to search out Nahyt and ask if she wanted help with mapping out the areas around Vinatta. Another factor that contributed to his happiness right now was the presence of the golden furred D'Angelo woman. That was a welcome surprise to come home to, but according to Grace she had been part of the pack while he had still been around, how he hadn't known she was around was beyond him. He thought that maybe other pack members might have had something to do with it, but the only others that knew of his feelings for her were Bran and Saul. He suspected that if Saul knew, Lilin would know too, as he knew that the Virdings spent a considerable amount of time with each other.
He found his foot-paws carrying him away from his hillock house and towards the more central area of the village, he allowed his paws to take him where they pleased, at least they weren't taking him on another patrol. He thought he deserved a break, even if it was a short one. He wandered along, his mind mulling over the possible reasons why he hadn't been told about Grace, the obvious one was that he wasn't that high up in the pack and he wasn't privy to all the pack knowledge. He knew that there were many new members that he had not yet met, no matter how much he wished to. He sighed, that still didn't explain why Bran or Saul had not told him, surely they would have thought that he would want to know. He shook his head and mentally scolded himself for dwelling on it for so long, finally looking up and noticing where he was.
He found himself in the clearing before Sauls house, his cerulean eyes flicking to the grey furred form sat on a stool outside the hillock house. The man seemed to be writing something, intensely focussed on the paper and quill. Nier smiled at the sight before his mind took him back to the Grace conundrum. He debated whether he should interrupt the mans writing or not, settling on a simple greeting that his cousin could choose to ignore for the moment or not, 'Lo Saul. He settled himself on a nearby stump, watching the village until Saul was ready to talk.
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