Permafrost Hollows otherwise they would not be worshipped

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The man shrugged, settling to an easier feel around the man. They had not come to blows, nor was it unincited hostility. Yet he kept checking the tundrian's stance, his energy and made sure he kept himself just so. He could join here, help mould and shape a pack not yet formed and made. Help it rise and bring Grezig here.
No, that wouldn't do for her. But would he leave whatever position he may make here for her?
The time would come for that decision.

His head canted slightly before nodding softly, an invitation for Wintersbane to explain his pack, the morals that he could influence. To make sure others would find the cause worthy. He breathed out a soft sigh, his breath a curling form that was taken away by the chill air -- obliterated by winter.
His ears cupped to attention to listen to the man, ready and waiting yet not interjecting just yet. To do so would have to be done slowly and carefully, making the structure was the most important part to a mould.

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