Sawtooth Spire a city that endures

Renewed, rebuilt. That's how the Pale northerner felt now after weeks of hard work in the Spire. He'd come back with little attached to his bones, but his determination had earned him back almost all of what he was before the storm.

It felt like home, the spire. Every corner of it appeared to be custom-made for a group of mountaineers like the wolves of Tartok were, and the magic that kept to it's core was ever so intriguing.

The caretaker had kept his close distance with the Alphas and their children ever since he'd been granted permission to interact with them. It was the place he had to fill in the pack. So when they called, not too far away from the birthing den, Aariak was quick to catch up with them, expecting no less than to find the boys in their first, and most probably permanent field-trip. It was about time.

Aariak had once or twice come across the warm rocks. Part of the magic and mistery of Sawtooth Spire. But he'd never actually come to get a close inspection of them. It was strange, feeling such warmth beneath your feet, so he too was cautious on his approach, sniffing thoroughly and testing several times before finally taking the first rela step on top of one of them.

When he felt safe, his fiery eyes turned to his superiors, and inspected the rest of the attendants. Two were particularly interesting. The first a male, tall and thin, but mostly creepy. And the other, and what was even more captivating to the young male, a female of pale coat and icy eyes. An introduction was definitely in order.

But before.

"Your dreams are coming true..." he mentioned with a grin, coming closer to his Alpha and friend, Iqniq, the wolf on fire. The father had mentioned before that he wished to show his kids the world, and strolling through a local wonder was great start.