Slowing his pace to match the injured loner, and allowing Saradathia to offer her shoulder as support when needed, it took almost no time at all to get home again. The monadnock rose out of the tundra like some great fist, the vertical pillars of its surface as familiar a face to the lad as that of his own mother. The glistening lake at its base was shallow and clear, already frozen over with the early snowfalls that blanketed the land around them, but he still remembered the greenish-yellow tinge of everything underneath - the plants, the pebbles, the large long finger like boulders that had slipped from the mother rock and seemed to ever be trying to claw their way back home.

He had broken away from the white northerners as they drew closer, hoping to summon the healer and one of the leaders in time for the strangers arrival (it would be cruel to make her stand around waiting for too long) and so he took a deep breath. For a moment, he considered summoning his mother, but then he remembered how abrasive she could be with strangers and thought better of it. A quick glance over his shoulder showed the other two close enough to be clearly seen from the top while far enough away that the summoned could take their time if they needed to. He tipped his head back and called for Lorcan and Craw, fully anticipating that others (most probably his sister) would join them for the sake of making a display.

Of course, it took no time at all for his call to be answered, @Lorcan rushing to the scene trailed closely by the far more imposing bulk of his father. He greeted the healer with a playful bump of his muzzle, jaws opening to teasingly clack alongside the other man's face, but this was no time for a jaw-spar or tussle - a fact only reconsidered with the brown wolf's grave words.

Odin turned back to look at the loner they had dragged home, knowing @Craw was now within earshot he only uttered one word. "Avalanche." He broke away from Lorcan to greet his father by pushing his muzzle under the leader's pale chin, a needy but apologetic growl turning in his throat. "She says it's just twisted," he filled Lorcan in with a shrug, expecting the man to rush off and make his own assessments while the dark child focused on his father, careful to watch the way he spoke with the pale wolf. He would be far less likely to slip into his mother's way of speaking when his father was around.

"That brown woman was with her," he began to fill Craw in on the reason he had been called instead of his mother. "She backed off when Saradathia caught up and I said we had a medic." At first he had thought it odd, but then he realised there was only one conclusion left to draw. He was seeking validation on his observations.