sound off; this is the call

As the pack made their final trek to their new territory, Surra stayed on the edge of the group, towards the back. He wasn't much for socializing during moments like these, where a momentous change was taking place. He preferred to reflect. He had already thought about what the movement would mean for him - how it would be a way for him to start over as a true member of the pack, to not isolate himself so much out of pure habit from being alone for so long. He was, however, not afraid to catch they eye of anyone who may have looked his way, and give a slight, purposeful nod and smile.

As Surra passed under the archway into Stavanger Bay, it felt different this time. It was as if he was shedding the title of Ridge wolf only to be cloaked again with the new title of Bay wolf. The thought made his chest swell with a sense of pride and revelation. He was sure he would pass through this arch as well as take many other paths into and out of this place, but now, it was officially, his home, and that was amazing to the young male. In some way, he had been a founding member of a new pack. Not completely new, but - different. Stavanger Bay would never be the same as Horizon Ridge, for bad or, more likely, for good.

Surra's ears perked as Ragnar's howl rose into the sky. Surra paused a moment, unsure for what, and then his wife's howl joined the alpha's. It seemed appropriate that those two be the first to raise their voices. Now the young male straightened, his youthful muscle holding him strong and proud as he tipped his nose to the sky, joining the song with a powerful, steady tenor.