Sound the Alarm!

Hallvarðr had been brooding a lot lately. With his mother sick and likely on her way to Valhalla and his father losing himself in his grief, the pups had been left to their own devices—which was to say, they'd mostly been tottering around just trying to figure out what was going on and what to do with themselves. He and Rúna had spend a lot of time playing and training together to pass the time, and with Erik having come back home, they were starting to spend time with their elder half-brother since their father had basically been swallowed whole by his depression. But even that only went so far...

Gnawing on a piece of elk antler to help strengthen his jaws and sharpen his fangs, Hal heard the call of Delphi summoning the pack together. He knew she'd taken over from Víðarr in his absence and had begun instituting a whole slew of changes, and he had mixed feelings on the whole lot. The boy did not do well with change, and as someone very beheld to tradition, this felt like a slap in his family's face. Still, he had not been raised to be disrespectful to his leaders, and Mother would have slapped some manners into him if he ignored the summons. So, with a sigh, Hal picked up his antler, the now almost adolescent wolf showing his size as he neared his sire's height in his growth. There was still a ways for him to go, but it was clear Hallvarðr would be a big boy.

He headed out of the family den and down the snow-covered mountain paths to the meeting spot, seeing only Delphi and Astraios there so far. He tipped his muzzle down in recognition to both of them, but remained taciturn as he found a spot away on his own and plopped down to continue gnawing on his antler while they waited for the rest of Heiðinn—sorry, Hemlock now—to show up.