Northstar Vale NSV CLAIM: we owe this to ourselves!

Although it could have been the chilly late winter air that brought the sensation, it was truly Raheerah's overpowering howl that sent shivers up and down Silas's spine. The call was deep, and despite any foreboding that the ruddy prince had about the dark wolf's character, it was a welcome of sorts. He felt his ear twitch in the direction of the call. The invitation was loud, and surprisingly clear, and he found himself responding immediately.

Silas's long legs guided him through the mountain range, picking out a path in the saturated hues of dying daylight. The sun bathed the world in a rich gold that highlighted the sparkling snow and pronounced the dark shadows that lingered in the corners. He relished in it as long as it was there, soaking up whatever warmth it wanted to give while leaving his face bitterly cold and his weathered paws icy.

It didn't take long for Silas to reach the beast. He gave a soft woof of arrival when his form took shape along the mountain's horizon. Raheerah's form was beginning to grow on him, and Silas looked up to him to nod, now familiar with an appearance that used to take him aback. He stood easily amongst him, and waited for the rest to arrive.