Sawtooth Spire Take your place among the sky

Always good to see new faces! :D EDIT: lmao the site JUST NOW switched to Autumn.

Sociability was not his forte. The past month was proof of this. They have faced enough misfortune to send Sawtooth Spire's remaining faithful into seclusion or elsewhere. Their heartache would diminish but the their scars would remain. Kapvik has taken enough time to mend, to integrate himself back into pack life. It was...a trying task. In those moments of slumberous, lightless privacy, it was easy to fall to inertia. The hardest part was getting back out of it. The wolverine refuted those dour emotions; pushed, pulled, crushed them into bits and pieces. Often they revisited him throughout the day.
INDENTMore have flocked to Sawtooth Spire, he noted. Tyrranus' passing and Arverk's disappearance has not stopped the influx of wolves coming to them seeking shelter, food, fellowship, and a cause. He wondered why this may be but nothing came to mind. Kapvik was glad to see so many join this life. Their philosophies were simple yet every bit as hard to live by. It was not a cushy one and some might trip up along the way, but that's okay. Everyone was afforded to doubt their place here.
INDENTAdjusting the disemboweled coyote upon their borders, he turned to retrace that recent trail heading into the spire. Iqniq's odor meshed with the newbie's. A third scent appealed to his stomach but he ignored it it with a growl. He would feed once he retired for the evening. Slipping into the copse of towering timber and evergreen, the Gamma slowed into a casual stroll. Stopping to sniff at some toppled trees, he hiked up a leg up to mark it. Or, tried to. He was fresh out of excrement. Sighing, he pawed at the exposed bark, marking it via claws and scent glands. Now finished, he carried on.
INDENTHe smelled the wolf before he saw him as he was mostly black. Kapvik approached him with an impersonal posture, woofing lowly to greet and welcome him.