Mastodons are Cooler

He was busy with removing the snow from outside his den once again, an annoyed frown plastered on his face as a flurry of snow flew out behind him as he worked. Enzi was perched on one snowy mound watching him work with her features fluffed in amusement and her golden eyes nearly gleaming with laughter. His oceanic blue eyes flicked towards the hawk and he flashed a fang in protest to her apparent joy if his annoyance but obviously his warning was a weak one as the bird took no heed of it. Drachen huffed and rolled his eyes, damning this cold winter under his breath before a call rung out, calling any Valhallans that cared to answer. His tan brows curled together as he tried to put a name to the voice and finally remembered that it belonged to a man named Red, Aurielle's mate, and he could hear the excitement in the man's voice. Curious about what would get the red male in such a tizzy and using any excuse to stop shoving out snow, Drachen turned and swiftly made his way to the Ravine.

There was already a group of wolves there and Drachen was happy to see Ardyn there helping his Father with the supplies gathered. There were a few of the rambunctious pups and then a stranger who did not smell like Valhalla and whom he had never seen before. Black hackles rose along his spine as he slowed to a stop a few strides near the group and he stood silently, his gaze hard and sharp on the stranger as he assessed the situation. A few moments later Drachen began to relax as he realized that despite the stranger's massive size, she was only a pup judging by her scent and seemed to know Ardyn. The Vaekhal male huffed a breath and shook out his pelt before he join the group and made his way to Red and Ardyn while giving the young pups a warm smile along the way. "What's all the excitement about, Red?" Drachen rumbled in his hushed but respectful tones, his oceanic eyes flicked to Ardyn warmly before looking over the supplies gathered.