Their songs soon rose to meet his – one by one, they slipped from the shadows of the trees to find their newfound Leaders side by side. Borlla’s voice intermingled beautifully with his own, and he felt his heart swell as she took on this challenge – he held no doubt that motherhood and leadership would suit her, despite her young age.


The pale beauty Lucero would slip between them, another addition to the pack he felt comforted by. She was a strong solid at Borlla’s side and the male was pleased to find that both had become such god friends; his mate would need such, especially with the upcoming birth of their litter.


Siku, Ataneq and Sitamat joined the howl quickly as well, and as their own howl faded they soon melted from the trees, an impressive sight by their large sizes, even despite two of them being yearlings. Inkheart echoed his sentiment of claim as well – the swarthy male had been a welcome addition, and Phineas knew the male would be steadfast and loyal, at least until nature might call him away.


Zia and Erebos beckoned last – the she-wolf was a stranger to Phineas still, and he knew he would need to seek her talents and use – she had already proven a noble hunter. Erebos, his silver littermate, brought relief to the ivory leader, despite the tension that remained between them. The day would come when he would seek out his brother, explaining the past. Admitting the wrongs he had caused. But that day was not today, and finally, as his own song ended, the ivory wolf smoothed his tongue across his lips, emitting a gentle chuff of contentment.


Bending down to garze his muzzle to the top of Borlla’s skull and to gently nudge Lucero, the male gave a silent glance of removal, pacing away from the she-wolves and the group to begin marking the land officially as theirs. The borders would need to be established.


Magnolia Glen had been born.