Winter is Coming

At last, he had secured himself a pack of his own. It had been unfortunate that Ignatius hadn't shown...Ace would have liked to fight the man to see who truly would come out on top. A true alpha. But as it was, he had technically won it fair and square. It was an alpha's duty to answer any challenges presented to them, and Ignatius had not answered his. He briefly wondered if he was okay, or maybe he decided to return to the land he had come from and left on a whim like some alphas did. Whatever the case, he had more pressing matters to think about. After leaving the battlefield, he immediately headed North until he reached the pines that sat just on the other side of the wall. He had been here before, and he quite liked the location. It was close to other areas that might be suitable for a pack, and close to the wall so they could potentially keep an eye on any that came crossing from that direction.

He felt a swell of pride in his chest as he stood in a clearing that seemed to have been used in the past, and upon finding a felled log at the far edge that rested against a boulder. He decided that would be where he called together those who had pledged to follow, and those who might consider it. With his foxes at his side, he briskly walked over and effortlessly jumped onto the boulder, the fallen tree serving as a backdrop as his titanic frame stood in the foreground. Tilting his head back, he let loose a powerful call for all to hear, claiming this land as his own, and shouting to the world that he was now the new Alpha of Winterfell.

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