Sawtooth Spire Begin Again

Kapvik spent the latter of his enforcing their borders and furnishing his den, his quest to find Arverk postponed. No one has instructed him to pursue further than the Naaghai Lowlands, so he would not. As much as it pained him to think the whale was out there, mortally wounded and dying (or already deceased), the wolverine's place was here. It would be best to cut their losses no matter how much it effected their day-to-day routines. It was certainly harder getting up in the morning for the Epsilon. Maybe it's age. Well, he felt world weary to be sure...
INDENTEars swiveled back to take in the claiming sound, pointed to the den entrance. Some dehydrated herbs hung loosely from his teeth during the announcement. They were quickly displaced, forgotten in his hastiness to exit his lair and join in on the proclamation. Kapvik did just that, adding his voice to his pack mate's synchronous symphony. Sawtooth Spire was now theirs. We can, we will.