Permafrost Hollows otherwise they would not be worshipped

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He mused for a few moments. The pack this one was creating certainly sounded like the one he hailed from; yet better. He wouldn't lose his control, that fine thread he called control. He sighed softly, casting a gaze around. It would be ideal for him, teaching others to fight, to hunt. Teaching others in general. 
"I will."  There, done. He'd pledged himself and left Grezig behind.
But wasn't that what she'd done leaving in the first place?

He offered a small smile to Wintersbane, "Where would you like to start?"  He offered, knowing the trouble of starting a pack. He wanted to be part of its founding of course. Making dens, making borders, more recruitment. He didn't know, but he'd do it. A pack required sacrifices and he'd willingly make them. 

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