Navarre moves through the thick snow drifts with ease, accustomed to the harsh reality of winter. In the mountains, snow drifts could be deep, but he knew how to tell which ones to avoid and where the easiest travel would be found. He is careful to leave a well-marked trail, determined to make the pathway as easy as possible for his imprint and mate. Leilani was from warmer climates and though she had no doubt seen the snows here in Moladion, in Spirane, farther north, the winter could be hard. None the less, he felt like Spirane was where he was being called, where together he and his beloved masked mate could make a home and start a family.


Family. The word still caused a chill to run like ice through his veins. He had never considered himself a pack wolf, never imagined he would find the other half of his soul, never believed in it. He remembered scoffing so many times at the notion of ever settling down with one mate and spending his years raising pups of his own and serving a pack... but now.... with Leilani at his side, it made sense. She changed him in more ways than one... and no doubt his parents were gazing down upon them and laughing in glee.


He stops now, his brow momentarily furrowing at that last notion, his own heart laughing. Yes, if only his parents could see him now.


None the less, he had a task at hand. To find a pack for himself and his mate. Black ears stand at attention as the large black wolf with his piercing yellow gold eyes gaze beyond the borders that lead into Spirane. Muscles tense with anticipation as the great dragga gives his proud head a shake before lifting his muzzle towards the mountain highs, letting his deep throated tenor ring forth a call, announcing his presence at the pack land borders.


For a moment longer he lets his voice break through the silence of the winter morning, lets his strong tones call not just to the pack, but to his mate who followed behind, assuring her that he knew where he was going and that a time to rest was soon upon her. Though she was a strong wolf, and capable he knew of defending herself, still he worried for her wellbeing and safety. He doted upon her as he did no other and needed to know that she was not becoming overly tired. But the trek was one that needed to be made, despite the harsh winter cold... they were safer in a pack.


For now he stands, his tall, muscular figure cut of obsidian a stark contrast to the prestine whites and woody greys of the Spirane landscape. Ears swivel back and forth atop his head as he listens... waiting... watching...