Dragoncrest Cliffs you'll find me instead of the sun

If this pack greeting was anti-climactic to Thuringwethil, it was utterly overwhelming to Ephraim, who had only ever lived in the tiny pack by the sea and had never seen so many wolves at one time. One adult was running with the brown-furred pup, another pale adult had emerged from somewhere and was greeting Heda, and the brown-masked pup was pushed toward them. His tail wanted to curl between his thighs and stay there until the commotion died down, but Tux was greeting him with tentative words, and he was much too social a creature still to shy away completely.

"H..." he wheezed nervously, "hi." His tail stirred then, whacking his legs and his caretaker's legs indiscriminately as a flood of relief swooshed through his chest. It wasn't so bad, things would be okay here if only he could say hi to the other kids and have them say hi back. His family would be okay without him, there were still three pups plus the newcomer that Ephraim didn't like, and his life here could be good, too. Svalinn would take his place and all would be well.