Blood of my Blood

A call from the borders caused him to lift his head from his task, tilting slightly with curiosity. Ever since the packs rise, there had been many calls from its borders, and this one sounded no different than the others. He shook out his coat and promptly headed over, the easy stride of a king taking over as he strode confidently to the scent line. As he drew closer, he spotted his companions romping around in the snow before they spotted him, and then they decided to join him. They were curious no doubt, just as he was about their new visitor. Upon arriving, he found a she-wolf there, and seemingly alone. A small smile touched his lips as he approached, the winter king standing tall though not imposing nor unfriendly as he regarded the visitor. "Welcome to Winterfell, I am King Acere, what can I assist you with?" Might as well get the formalities out of the way first right?