With a nod, Aleksei turned to lead Laike into the territory. He was glad to have another male in the ranks he could trust to have his back—hopefully, this was a good omen, and more wolves like the pale giant would arrive. That was what Hearthwood River desperately needed right now, more than anything.

At Laike's comments about the territory being beautiful, Aleksei felt his heart bubble with pride. “Yeah, it is.” From the coruscant river to the towering redwoods, every aspect of the pack lands felt regal, imposing—this forest demanded respect, and it received it from the wolves who called it home. “We were lucky to claim Kingsfall before any others found it. I'm not really one to notice these sorts of things, but … well, certain sights just hit you. Really though, the beauty lies with the river, especially in the summer.” Water was, after all, the lifeblood of the world. Maksim had taught his children to hold a deep respect for it. It would give, but it would also gladly take if it were treated foolishly or flippantly.

A storm could wash away a mountain if given enough time.

“Anyway, sorry for rambling.” He gave a sheepish chuckle—he must have come across as extremely sentimental to Laike. “Hearthwood River has been here for almost two years.” And for most of that, Aleksei had been missing. “Ah, it's quite a walk to reach the den. If you have any questions, I'd be happy to answer. Might speed up the trek.”