Mount Apikuni and he walks among his people

Grezig was oblivious to the beauty of the surrounding area. She was here because she was once again feeling stuck in place. Creating this pack was taking far too long for her liking, although she knew that such a feeling was unfair. Creating a pack took time—of course it did. Time and effort and skill, and a little luck. Still. Grezig was a creature of habit, just like all others, and up until recently she had been following the habits of pack life. She still had some. She still did patrols, still hunted, still interacted with her group-mates. But without a true place to call home, all of these actions felt… a little worthless. A little pointless.

Up ahead, she scented another wolf and brought herself out of her thoughts. The pale coat stood out in the moonlight. Grezig chuffed and did not come closer, wanting to make it clear that she meant no harm. She stood and waited. Recently, she’d begun to see every unfamiliar wolf as a potential recruit. She supposed that could turn into a bad habit, but she couldn’t help it. Attempting to recruit others to the cause, even if she failed, at least gave her something to do and made the future pack seem more real. But ever since she’d brought Thorleif into the fold, she’d been a bit more cautious when seeking others. She had to make sure they weren’t insane like that stupid male.