Permafrost Hollows begin again

yes, the stranger intones and, as if following zephyr's line of path, wintersbane does a sweep of what he can immediately see of the hollow with his glacial gaze; taking note. he does not recall when this place once held a pack but he believes it well enough. packs rose and fell like the ocean's tide; it was the nature of things. at the information shared that the stranger once hoped to claim the ridge — neighbor of the glacier, wintersbane lifts his chin imperiously. it's a small gesture but present nonetheless. he cannot say, with cubs on the way, that he likes the idea of competing with another pack for resources — despite that once felt fairly prevalent in the stranger's words.

we hold duskfire glacier. wintersbane offers; simply.