Broken Antler Fen Meeting the Others.

Ysen paused in the middle of his step. So big! So large! Never had he seen such luscious lands save those that he had lived in for the short while of his servitude in Arthendal. And in winter, too! These lands, the boy felt, were blessed by nature - even in the midst of storming cold they were in comfort for now. He stuck close to the other wolves, mainly his lord and his lady, for they had brought him into the fold; for this he was grateful. Bird-bright eyes peered at the new alpha, silently judging, a smile ever upon his angelic face.
Ysen did not speak but he watched and he learned and he appeared.