Jade Fern Grove home is wherever I'm with you · land claim

They were small in their numbers -- but as each wolf's voice rose to the skies to meet with his, a surge of old pride pushing through him as they had in older days. Despite their size in numbers, their voices were numerous and loud -- and none could mistake the claim they laid on the lands before them.

His song would fade, and then within moments, as another of his pack mates would call out, Scimitar would echo his sentiment once more with him. His voice intertwined with them all, and as his children's voices would pause, the cinnamon wolf would allow his own howl to dwindle to a croon, and a loving nudge would be given to all five of them.

They would thrive here.