Duskfire Glacier until the storm subsides

Sylvas gave his mate a gentle nudge to the shoulder with his nose, large paws guiding him forward slightly as he observed the slow gathering group, golden eyes searching for the youths of the pack, the mercenary taking mental count of each present. Though, as he peered around the large cavern that sheltered them from the buffeting storm outside, Sylvas couldn't help but notice some wolves were unaccounted for. A frown crossed his features, the male turning to his wife for a moment before looking back to the others, ”We'll be taking shelter within these caverns until the storm passes.” He said firmly, golden eyes peering around at each individual, the mercenary quietly taking note of those absent, which in truth was a concerning matter, ”I want everyone to stay together and not to venture outside unless completely necessary.” And by necessary Sylvas meant for hutning puroses only, not that hunting within the storm would be all that sucsessful. Slowly he turned to his mate, tail swaying behind him as he waited for her to speak next, his stare returning to the group as he anxiously waited for the others to join.