Two Rivers Isle Arthendal, our new home

As the remaining wolves trickled onto the scene, the agouti boy gave each an excited glance, his focus hovering over the odd sight of the two brothers cutting their own unique way of scaling the rise in amongst the various adult forms. A rumble of amusement wound its way up his throat, escaping in a light chuckle as they reached the summit.

He found his gaze drawn back towards his Lord and Lady as the grayscale brute began his speech, his ears pricked as the name of their pack was announced. Arthendal. Mystical yet somehow purposeful, much like the wolves who resided here, sharing and gaining knowledge with each other and the land alike. Burke earned a quiet yip of approval before he fell silence one more.

A sense of admiration washed over his body as Malice agreed to Burke's request; they were prideful, a perfect couple in his eyes. He knew they would serve their clan to the best of their ability, now united with their new mateship and he raised his muzzle to the heavens, releasing a wavering call of his own as Aeronwyn began her melodic tune. It stirred a strange feeling deep inside the boy; like pride... but not, tugging at his heart as he let the last traces of his cry fall prey to the wind.