A New World

They had walked for miles, the Northern King eager to get his newest addition to the family home. He had made good on his promise to the girl, and as they passed the wall that would lead them home, he glanced at her to ensure she was doing alright. The pace they moved wasn't too fast, and was in fact more at her pace so as not to spend all her energy nor tire her out during the journey. His companions of course, walked on either side of the girl as they bounded around her to play. As yearlings, his companions still had the boundless energy they had as pups. And now they had a new playmate, and so would the rest of the pups in Winterfell.

When the scent markers were prominent and he could see the sparse pines, the Alabaster king paused on the border. He looked at Altair, a warm smile worming its way to him as he waited for her to stand beside him. "Are you ready? I'd like for you to meet someone dear to me before we continue," By that he meant Heloise. He wanted his new mate to meet the child he chose to call his own. For to him, blood didn't particularly matter. Altair was his family now, and he wanted to share his mate with her as well. He didn't think Heloise would have a problem with it, but he couldn't know that for certain..

"Acere"||Winter