Northstar Vale doors slamming all around

Besides his queen he was content, scaling the rock before them languidly. He had filled out in their time away from the wilds; the perfect picture of a young, healthy adult. He had changed too, in temperament; perhaps the genes of his father finally made themselves known to him now. Cunning had replaced soft intelligence, and his soft view of the world had hardened and toughened. One thing remanded constant in his life; the sterling girl by his side. 

He glanced to her now as the faint pack-scent he had noticed quite suddenly grew strong, and he realized that he stood upon a border of sorts. The scents were weak, and he could pick out only a few distinct ones.  There was a pack here, surely, but their strength was flagging. And in the face of winter, that was inviting certain death into one's home. His glance was a question; did this place hold something for them, or would they leave this pack in search of better fare further north?

@Freyja @Chusi