Noctisardor Bypass the path to heaven runs through miles of clouded hell

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"I dunno," Hjalmar shrugged, his bright green eyes twinkling. "But nice meeting you, Crëyr," It was nice to meet one of his packmates, after all, unlike some other wolves, the Scandinavian did not plan on leaving after winter was over, he did not plan on packing his bags and moving out when Spring came. No, he planned on staying at the Bypass, in his new home and serve it as best as he could. And maybe, with time, he would ascend up the ranks and become one of the leaders. It was not his ambition to be the Alpha or the Betas, being a useful wolf in a pack was really what mattered, but it would be good if he could make it.

"Gotta go collect more herbs," Stormfrost dipped his head, flashed them both a smile and turned and departed.