Their mission was simple. They were to go to where everything started for mother and father and get an unclean pup and sacrifice it. Then the curse that had descended upon the home pack when Wendigo had been spared would be lifted. Rhamnus was in a right foul mood ever since they left Alaska and had wanted to stop multiple times and just pick up a pup somewhere else. As tempting as it was to end the tedious march across North America Wendigo knew that wouldn't do. Rhamnus' protests were cut short as soon as Wendigo agreed and cited the curse would no longer be his fault but hers.
In the dark his coat blended in much better than hers, but his size and muscular physique was still more intimidating. Which didn't make for good pup-napping but they were going to do their best anyways. Or, well they weren't going to try they were going to do or else there was no point showing up back in Alaska. They moved through the thickets silently, the smell of a pup thick in their nostrils. Somebody was out of bed and all alone, hadn't anybody warned them about the boogeyman?