if i had a voice i would sing

Interesting things were in the future for Gavriil. More wolves were joining the ridge, the pack was beginning to thrive. With the anticipation laying heavy in the air for Thistle and Ragnar's pups the male was excited for the future. The only thing that left the male wary was the threat of the beast in their borders, some unruly bear who had a history of attacking unprovoked. As a pack they needed to rid the Ridge of any dangers like this one before the pups were born. The bear was a huge threat to pups and Gavriil was not willing to lose any packmates to it.

Gavriil liked patrolling during the day. He ran into a few outsiders, Ame and Willow, in his time of patrolling. Meeting random wolves from other surrounding packs was beginning to become a normal event. While walking around the territory Gavriil ran into the alert looking Ragnar. His ears were perked, eyes wide, and nose was searching for nearby scents. Wandering close to the male he let out a soft greeting bark. "Hey, how is the father to be doing?" Gavriil inquired after giving the male a bow in respect. He trotted up and licked the pale wolf's muzzle in a greeting filled with submission and respect for the higher ranked male.