Making first contact

Time ticked by and the longer they sat at the border of the pack the more he felt like coming here had been a waste of time. He hadn't minded the no answer when they visited Habari and Abaven as much since the weather there had been pleasant and it was still early in their journey. This was very out of the way to not have anyone come to talk to them. His paws ached from sitting in the snow and he finally gave up with a sigh. "Come on, lets go. I know we'll at least have better luck with Valhalla." At the very least they had a better chance with his relatives since he had no doubt that Aurielle would answer his call. He turned and walked away from the tundra dotted with pine trees, wondering to himself why anyone would live this far north.

Ulric Adravendi