Northstar Vale maybe, maybe we all are selfish

The first of the wolves to emerge was Luke. Mordecai hadn't forgotten about him, or what he had done to unite them all in the first place. It surprised him to see him favoring a leg, but given the storm that had so apparently ravaged the terrain, maybe they should have all been thankful they were even still alive. A smile came easy to his features, and it had to. The time for doubts was to be long gone, and the bridge leading back was already long burnt.

Before he could begin to articulate a response to Luke, Andalusia came out from the scenery beyond them next. His thin smile merged into an easy grin as he spotted her own. "Andalusia, I'm glad you were nearby too," he said as she joined them. She hadn't been acquainted with Luke yet and it showed, but he was certain that the bubbly blue-nosed wolf would have no qualms about introducing himself.