Emberwood —an elixir for universal life.”

ahhh! yes! i'm so glad that the pack is formed! 

The yearling was resting under the faulty protectivenesss of a bush from the gripping freeze that seemed to grow everyday. He was tired, and he eyes were in slits as his scalding breath barely aperared in the rolling fog. When would he find purpose? He had agreed to the council, but he was hit fit for it he wondered. Not to mention the impending visit of Easthollow's pricky leaders. He would need to tell her. His thoughts could be copared to the fog, thick and slow, moving but never getting anywhere.

There was nothing. Then it was there. the sweet call of triumph, the cheerful voice of a belevolent  lady. Ibis. Her call seemed to tame the wild fog around him with her song. His ears were perked in amazement. He knew what this was. It had all come together.

With triumph and joyfulness, the young man joined in the choir.