The Black Sheep

A strong wind carried the snow up toward the dens, nearly blocking off the entrances to them and covering them in a thick blanket of white. They could barely be seen and even though Elias was becoming familiar with these mountains, the endless white made it difficult for even him to tell where he was on these mountains. Nothing but the scent of ice and the stale blood of the frozen goat in his jowls filled his senses, though he followed the tracks of the pack and made his way home even without the reliability of his senses.

The night was colder than normal, which was precisely why this young goat was now claimed for Ruina. Luck befell upon the king as he performed the duties of his perimeter checks, and there was one young wolf in particular who he figured he could bring the meal to.. to ensure she made it through the harshest part of the season. Underneath the twilight, the behemoth wolf closed in on the heart of Ruina's homelands.

He found his way to the den of the lambs, it's entrance half covered with snowfall. He didn't stop, simply walking through it as it crumbled around his mass. The den was large enough for eight wolves to sleep comfortably, perhaps thirteen if they crammed together.. though for now, this den was meant for just the three. Elias dropped the frozen goat at his feet and waited for his eyes to adjust, barking out to announce his presence directly after. "Viper," he called, baritone voice resonating in the silence of the mountains. "Step forward."