Silver Creek Dashing through the snow

"We do"
came the boy's reply, after a short pause in which he glanced toward his companions. He had never before sought to join a pack, and thus he was unsure about the proceedings. The way his ears and paw pads burned with frostbite had him all the more eager to seek shelter, along with the fact that he felt a certain protectiveness over his two companions.

He looked toward Freyja a moment, attempting to hold her gaze quickly, then allowing his optics to dart it Hvitserk before falling back on Spring once again, nervousness and urgency welling up in his stomach. "We were traveling together...and not prepared for the blizzard." He admitted with a slight dip of his head, gaze focused firmly on the woman before them.