Life in Snowbound had been more simple than anywhere else Izuku had ever lived. He had to worry about injuries, borders, and people. Not his life, or anything. Izuku didn’t mind. He still got a taste of the wild side of things now and then. ... He meant occasional inter-group drama, but yes, Izuku did still seek fights now and then. Don’t worry about it. It was a lot less than it used to be. He was settling into his skin at last.
"Uh, hi!" Izuku hasn’t had time to meet his new clanmates yet. They were all so ... different. He misses Atbash, and Cry, and yes, the clanmates he hadn’t known so well, too. He’s not averse to getting acclimated all over again, though. He was more familiar with the world than he was when he was a kitten. The maine coon’s tail is swishing as he blinks at the jay with round eyes. He’s like, 90% certain she was non-feral, which was a fantastic percentage, in his opinion. He tilts his head. "Um. What's up? Who are you?" Fuck, he doesn’t know how to make friends. Or conversation. The bird was young, though, so he just ... tries to make him look bright and open to make up for it. Approachable. (he looked kind of like a teddy bear, but all the scars made for a kind of conflicting ‘approachable’ image, unfortunately.)

Anael knew that sometimes life here got uneventful, but that just meant for a chance to spice things up. The most she did was leader duties, plus scanning the area so their home wouldn't get burnt down. Again. However, she knew things like snowboarding, er-- possibly shield surfing, snowball fights, and so much more could be had here.

The group had potential, it just needed to reach it. The wolf that appeared to be like the northern lights gazed at the jay, flicking her tail. Sitting near Izuku, she lets him speak before she adds anything onto it, "...Would you like a warmer perch?"