Emberwood right here is where my friends they used to live

How was the whelp born of these lands, If unable to bear them?
Or was he not born of these lands?
Adopted?

With the whoosh of strong wind, the frosty breath of winter made itself present, along with the face of high chiseled blocks of ice ahead. Pines were spaced apart, and the roman figured this was the place.
The scent. It was faint, diminishing in the wind, but there, nevertheless.
A pack.

"We are upon your home. A few more paces will bring you to borders. "

Cerulean irises found watery coppers, and another wave of strange feelings shook the lupine.
What in Jupiter's name was wrong with him?

"Fluff your fur, Valtýr. Give yourself a good shake, and the heat will insulate between the both of you. "

Was it the Gods will that the pup recieved kindness from a man who knew none?