Permafrost Hollows otherwise they would not be worshipped

there's a few minutes of silence that settles between them as the other man makes his decision; and then the decision is vocalized i will; and just like that it was a done deal. welcome aboard, derg. wintersbane says and signals for the other man to follow him with a gesture of his muzzle. it was almost ironic. if someone'd told him the man who stole a rotting corpse from blackfeather woods' borders would be a founding member of the pack that'd been cooking up in the back of his head for months the tundrian wouldn't have believed them; but nothing in life was set in stone. things and opinions could change at the drop of a hat and first impressions weren't always what they were cracked up to be.

first we explore the tunnels and caverns below. the woodland's probably pretty standard. you've seen one, you've seen 'em all. we should look out for any fresh water melt in the caverns, if there's a place big enough for communal denning, maybe a safe birthing den for expecting mothers ...and for emergency exit plans. after that's vetted then the border marking and cache building and recruiting begins. wintersbane sets out the ( tentative ) order in which he wants to go about things, sparing derg a glimpse to see if his plan was acknowledged.