Light the Night

Since their meeting, Skull had remained near the twin spires and had taken it upon himself to memorize a rough idea of the territory in his mind. It kept him occupied; the wait was not so much frustrating to the patient wolf, as was the marked lack of companionship in the days leading up to the Sveijarn's arrival. He was not a conversationalist, but he thrived on the social aspects of pack life and yearned to see his old friend and her family make their mark on the land.

So it was with a great sigh of relief that Skull answered the call as it echoed out across the forested foothills. He lifted his own voice to the darkened skies, answering Tuwawi and Njal as the rest of their chosen joined the chorus. As his paws bade him forward towards the source; they were not far, and he desired to commit the faces who would inhabit this land to memory.

He emerged from the woodland into the glacier's cut, and spotted the gathering of shadows beneath the dying light framed by all manner of colorful lupines. A rare smile fixed itself onto his muzzle. He approached the group with his ears cast back and tail lowered out of respect to the leader pair, only to join his voice with their own once again as he neared. He eyed the children; the adults (tiny mimicries of their parents; the adults Golden, Greyscale, and one who possessed eyes of the north).

But he did not bother with introductions. It would come after the rally; in the days and nights to follow.

For now, he was home.