Sing the Song of Your People

The snow in the north felt like home and Song reveled in the deep drifts and the frigid air. His massive frame and thick coat made living in this climate comfortable. He wouldn’t have wanted to be anywhere else in the world. Especially with Kirsi at his side. He often wore a smile and as he tidied up his workshop in the hull of the ship when he heard Acere’s call not so far off. Curious he lifted his alabaster form and waded through the pure snow to reach the alpha. He was sheltered by the ship and the odd cut of the wind had created a bowl to shield against the elements. Song admired the design for a moment before his attention shifted to Acere and his head tilted curiously. He didn’t feel as close to Acere as he had Ignatius, but nevertheless he was just as loyal to this alpha of the north as the last. ”Hello, Acere.” He greeted in deep tones as he seated himself comfortably.