He's seen others in the distance, patrols next door, borders being marked around Raven's Grove.

It made him nervous, curious.

The sentry perched on a tall rock, looking like he was lounging to the untrained eye, but his head was up. It was easier to see the entire length of this section of the border, the clearing between the bottom of the mountain that slowly turned into a treeline, easier to keep an eye on things. He had grown to like living on the mountain, climbing was a concept he hadn't really gotten the hang of until very recently after all.

Going from the amphitheatre, arena, which he had spent the first part of his life, to the swamps, to the flatter lands of Ichorwood, he hadn't even considered a thing like climbing until he had to during his patrols on the mountain. It gave him a new perspective on things, literally.

He was curious about the new neighbors too, but of course he wouldn't leave, it was...not his strong suit. Meeting other creatures, talking to them. That was Raisa's thing, Journey's, The Queen's. His duty was to protect them, though he hasn't had to yet.

He was ready though, to fight if he needed to.

He was ready to be the muscle, the backup, should one of them leave to go meet with the neighbors.

But for now, he was a quiet sentinel, tail tip lightly twitching as the sun was rising.

Watching, ears on swivel for the crunching of snow and dirt.