Horizon Ridge Eternity in Peace

Not much time had past since the cinnamon wolf's hunt with his alpha, Pump. A few days at most. He hadn't seen Thistle since her courtship with Rhagnar. Their most recent conversation had been about their past families/packs. The wolf then had a little patrol with the macho wolf, Rhagnar. The bear of a wolf then had a short conversation with the sickly looking Kennedy. The male had heard great things about the ebony wolf and didn't let the current state of him take away the respect the male deserved.

Their pack was small but close. Gavriil felt like he connected with every wolf in some way or another. Rhagnar, the fierce warrior, he patrolled with. Thistle, the kindhearted healer, he had many deep conversations with that opened his eyes and mad him remember how important the past was to who he was. Kennedy, the heartbroken, who he had connected with despite the males intial repulsion. Finally his alpha, Pump, the fierce leader. The hunt had shown Gavriil that while she had a strict side she also could show happiness. The smile she had flashed the male after finding a carcas that would feed that pack had left the male feeling happy. He spent most of the days afterwards thinking about that hunt, and the things he had felt after it. Perching himself like a vulture looking for a rubber stricken mammal the male sat upon his stone, reminiscing on his past few weeks and what events they brought along.