Duskfire Glacier To the edge of the universe and back.

It did not take Veteran long to follow in his sister's pawprints, wriggling over to his father to make the pairing a trio. He did go though the process quite a bit more noisily than his sister, protesting his forced-exploration every step of the way. This one had not inherited Lane's thirst for travel, it seemed, which stood in contrast to Wayfarer's bold adventurousness. 

"That fits," Lane observed between bites, referring to the background that Wintersbane described. There was something about him that seemed like it belonged in the Taiga; whether it was his body chiseled from ice, hard, built and angular; his demeanor, chilly and aloof; or his glacial gaze, able to freeze with simply a look. 

Something about his notation that he had led in his birthpack, and that connection he mentioned, piqued Lane's curiosity. "So um, how many other wolves out there, ah, share blood with Wayfarer and Veteran?" How many other litters had Wintersbane sired in his long history of leading packs?  "My parents have a litter every year. There must be a dozen Vitale aunts and uncles out there by now. Cousins, too." Lane had made a point to never share her surname around the Teekons, but Lane believed that if Wintersbane or the children should ever meet a Vitale, they should know the connection.