Moonspear with just a hint of pain for the feeling that i get when you are gone

It would have been a lie to state he was content with the decision to settle in a pack called Moonspear. Had they only been seeking to remain in a pack as subordinate’s, Constantine would have simply remained below his sisters, content on remaining one of Donnelaith’s only guardians. He did not wish to part from Blacktail Deer Plateau, and even worse was the idea of living among strangers once more—but Aria would not likely have returned to Donnelaith, and nor would his sister, Eilidh.
 
And Constantine could not argue the logic that three wolves in the harsh of winter alone was not likely the best survival plan.
 
So they had come upon the pack’s doorsteps, and as others came to greet them, the swarthy wolf found himself silent for now, feeling particularly protective of the two ivory she-wolves in his company. A wolf named Floki greeted them – he seemed amicable enough, and Constantine determined this was the one Aria was on friendly terms with – offering him a kiss to the cheek. His muzzle dipped lower in respect – awaiting the verdict of the other, though thus far had not been asked a question.