It's certainly a lot to be out here by himself. Too quiet. Such is winter.

This really only confirms that César was right about his worries: he will need the support of his new home to live out here by himself. People are already promising to visit him. César won't be allowed to be lonely.

The shadow makes him squint upwards, covering his eyes with a glove. Is that... a person with wings? They've got a coat?

Even as unsure as César is, he still waves enthusiastically with his other arm. Best to be polite.

Greet eagle!