Lost Creek Hollow and this piece of ground is a homestead now

Valtyr stayed close to the Hollow's center post-meeting to become acquainted with the land he now called home. It was both exciting and nerve-wracking to be apart of something so new, in every sense. He barely knew his pack mates and he had few social skills, yet the young Sveijarn could feel the contagious energy buzz through the air. These wolves were now his comrades, and to run with them fulfilled a deep yearning in the young wolf.

Lost in thought, Valtyr was only brought back to reality by a chorus of voices. In turn, his own sooty crown tipped back to join in their song and unite in the language of howling.