Permafrost Hollows hunger is the beginning of every folk tale

Once he'd departed Trigeda, weeks ago, with his younger brother, he hadn't exactly expected the turn of events to follow. He'd stumbled on the Fos Goufa by chance, and then his Heda. A large of his future had been unknown but acclimating to the new life in he mountain has been, to say the least, strange. The last thing he expected, however, was to become a father of the first set of children in Drageda. He didn't have his own, prior to the destruction of Seageda, nor a woman of his own. And here, expected to perform for his new queen (which is still quite a new concept, that part of him resists) with the approval of their Heda.

He doesn't know the other males in the pack. He's seen them in passing, but perhaps they are not the standard Thuringwethil had been looking for in order to allow the first royal children in their home.

All these questions he had, he couldn't answer. He could already tell the change with the wind once he'd gone close enough to @Gyda's cave. He'd been around females before in their heat, but unable to copulate, and while he is expected to, he gave the woman her space. When she is ready, she would find him, and he wouldn't search for her until then. In order to keep his distance, however, he slips from the territory quietly but not without marking his trail first. Gavriel would make it easy for the woman to find him. With a little nerves coursing him, he puts his nose to the ground. The day is still early, and quiet, but he enjoys it, and so patiently he waits, lingering around the bordering territory of his home.