Winter is Coming

"Talk" Walk

His uncle had won the pack, so to speak. He didn't get the chance to fight but since the challenged alpha never showed up, then his uncle had laid claim to the Northern pack. He followed his uncle, though took his time as he waited for his sister to catch up. He didn't want to leave her behind, but instead wanted to walk into their new home alongside her. Having been through everything together, he wanted to start this new life with her at his side. She was his armor, and he was her sword. With clear excitement, he trotted along with his companions and her, the odd group hearing his uncle's call on the horizon. "Ha! Guess he's just as excited as we are!" He grinned and glanced to his sister before hurrying along.

When the crimson boy arrived, he shook out his coat and smoothed it down a bit so he didn't look all raggedy, and strolled into the clearing his uncle had chosen with his head high and a more determined gait. Crimson gaze first found his uncle, and then a stranger who greeted his uncle, calling him "your grace" and bowing before taking a seat. Huh...interesting. He was so accustomed to being casual with his uncle that this was completely new to him. He nodded a greeting to the stranger and sauntered closer to his uncle, "Your Grace, huh? I kinda like that sound of that. Has a nice ring to it," He mused. "Do we gotta call you that too?" A hint of humor was there, of course. He wouldn't mind at all if there were new titles that went with the new pack. It was different, after all. In fact, he wouldn't mind being called something neat like that too. He turned and sat down with his sister and waited for more to arrive, or for his uncle to speak.