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The pale furred viking was settling in well, the snow topped mountains that surrounded his home gave him a sense of comfort, knowing only pack members knew the entrance into the treasure the peaks protected. And it reminded him dearly of home, for snow and ice was what he grew up with. He had a good stack of herbs and he made sure to collect as much cobwebs as possible, in case some of his packmates decided to injure themselves. A few types of leaves were also useful, except winter tore them all away and left them drifting through the sky, blown by the north wind.

The yearling was going for a hunt when a howl rose into the air, the voice was familiar, it was the voice of the leader who had accepted him in first place. Curiosity rippled through his entire being and he wondered why the Alpha was summoning them, there was only one way to know. So, the viking set off towards the howl, his steady trot bringing him to his destination quickly. Hjalmar glanced around, vibrant forest green eyes scanning his surroundings.

The greyscale female and the girl he'd met earlier were there, along with Shadow the Alpha and the golden green eyed hunter. Stormfrost dipped his head respectfully towards the silver form in front of the boulder and settled down, quietly waiting for the meeting to start and wondering what would happen.