Nova Peak PACK CLAIM · Nova Peak

The world was much brighter and more colorful now that the snows had melted and spring had begun to creep into the wilderness. But when Relonikiv woke this morning, everything was a dull, drab gray. He felt tired despite a full night's sleep. He didn't bother venturing away from the rendezvous site, taking shelter beneath some nearby trees when the colorless sky began to weep cold rain on his pale back.

He was drowsing when Scimitar's familiar voice soared over the sound of rainfall. Relonikiv twitched awake, lifting his head and cupping his ears. He thought he understood the purpose of his foster father's call; it wasn't to summon his pack mates but to sing with them. He had not howled many times in his life and didn't feel confident in his skills, yet Relonikiv opened his mouth and poured out a short, tuneless melody.

When his breath failed him, he wormed his way beneath a nearby shrub to further avoid the rain. He then stretched out on his belly, his chin drifting to his paws, and fell asleep to the sound of his pack mates commemorating their stake on Nova Peak.