you may have a head start but I have a helicopter

Yfir was as close to home as he had gotten in some time. At least here, he was in the presence of a fellow Finnvi and a small pawful of other wolves that seemed to be of similar mindset, even if they were not of the same faith as the two cousins. Many seemed willing to train and to please Katja, and this pleased Kapras?us greatly.

It came as a surprise when she called him. She had named him her Jarl, her second-in-command -- something he knew he must do, even if he might not necessary be the best one for the role. Though time had calmed him significantly, still he was far different from his cousin; perhaps he could serve her while also satiating his own more selfish desires. His mind whirled as he quickly answered her call, lanky for carried quickly toward her. He offered a gentle dip of his striped muzzle, fierce curiosity shining in his bright emerald stare. "Vetter," he greeted her in their native tongue, a smile playing with the corners of his mouth.