Bearclaw Valley I hold your beating chambers until they beat no more

A brief scowl crossed the Roman's features when the howl rang through the valley, summoning all the pack wolves to Kove, the white king. He had been in a middle of a hunt and the howl had scared away the nearest prey for miles around. Perfect. Perfect timing. But Raziel went anyways, for he needed to show his loyalty to the pack and if he did not answer when the Alpha called? Well, he was pretty sure that was not a good demonstration of the word, loyalty. It wouldn't be a good demonstration even if he did come, but at least it wasn't a terrible one.

It took sometime to arrive there, but he came finally and was greeted with the sight of the Alpha pair and a youngster the Roman had not seen before. It did not matter, he smelled of Bearclaw Valley and therefore family. Someone which he did not need to chase away. Between Kove's paws was the heart of a deer and he wondered what they were going to do with it. Nothing came to his mind. But he would know soon enough. "Hey," he greeted with a brief nod to both his superiors and the youngster.