sound off; this is the call

Since Sköll was the last one who needed to reply I'ma go ahead and archive this now (since Hati is now inactive) and everyone has responded. Don't forget to claim your EXP for it (if you haven't already!).

Never before had Sköll be apart of something so important as the claiming of a new territory, of the founding of a new pack. It filled him with a sense of pride and equal importance to know that he had been apart of it. That he, too, had contributed to the making of Stavanger Bay even if his contribution had been small. Small did not necessarily mean that it was insignificant. He had lingered somewhere in the middle of the group hoping to catch up with or find Hati but the Jarl’s sister was off, probably hunting or something. For a fearful moment the Tiny Viking considered lingering back in the Ridge for a bit, in case she came back to find the pack was no longer there though Sköll assumed she was aware of the move in general. He had decided against it because the Ridge territory gave him chills, firstly, and that was with the entire pack being there (he didn’t want to know what it was like knowing he was alone there) and he had confidence that Hati could figure it out well enough on her own. She was nearing adulthood and didn’t need him fussing over her — or likely Ragnar, either.

When the Jarl’s howl rang out through the towering trees, heard over the supple roar of the ocean as he padded along the foaming tide the Flokisson paused and when others began to add their voices he tipped his head back and let his own howl ring out, feeling once more the swell of belonging.