His howl had not gone unheeded. Within a matter of moments something shuffled within the old, spacious burrow and soon after, something bumped into his hind leg. He turned to look over his shoulder, gazing down to find his son, the bear-like Renier, near his tail. A smile lifted the corners of his mouth and his ears turned forward in mere curiosity before relaxing. Before he could stand to turn around and assure the boy that he was all right (in case the impact had given him quite a shock), Follko and another pup, the girl who was nearly identical to her brother, had emerged.

The leader turned his attention to Follko first, continuing to smile in approval of the male's respectful approach. The space he had allowed between his chosen spot and the den entrance was far enough away and the subordinate's choice of sitting, pleased him further. Next to arrive was Sibyl, another wolf who had helped with the old bull moose a few weeks ago. He eyed her quietly as she, too, cautiously came closer, following Follko's example. His attention drew back to Taima as she barked at her visitors and he slowly stood up to graze his nose against the space between her ears and check up on how Renier was holding up.

His tail wagged as he gently licked the side of Renier's muzzle, then after returning his attention to Follko and Sibyl, gave them each a nod to gesture they could come little closer. Just close enough for the little ones to greet and not have to walk as far. The cubs were still mastering their motor skills, but there was no need to have them expend all their energy on walking or to keep the pack farther away than they needed to be. These two wolves in particular, on the other hand, had proven to him that the Hollow still held strength, obedience, among its ranks. They, above any others, deserved to be the first to meet the pack's most prized assets - the four promises of Grizzly Hollow's instauration.

He falls to his rump, and the tiniest of squeaks escape his throat. He shakes his head in efforts to fix his balance, and pulls himself to a stand. It takes less than a second for his grin to return to his face, and his tail to fan behind him. There was suddenly a tall stranger there, his coat was smokey grey with hints of black. He briefly caught the words of the elder wolf, and his dark masked face titled most bemused by what he was saying. It went straight over his head, and he exchanged glances with Borden and Taima before letting his blue eyes settle upon the unknown. Renier was not all that certain, but with sharp eyes he studies the fellow wolf. There was no alarm from his father, and his sister, to his surprise, greets the stranger with high notes. His ears perch higher on his dark brown skull, and his eyes narrow if only so to gauge the fellow's reaction. Instead he had no time to pay attention as another wolf he had not really noticed before made her way into the clearing.

This day was so strange, and the questions were whirling in his mind, playing in his eyes. What was this all about? Had father called them? He was aware howls were for talking, but the idea of it all was...strange. Yet, why wouldn't his father be able to? Renier might not (not yet any way), but it did seem silly to question the abilities of his father. This had to only be a limit to what he could accomplish. Again the boy was reminded there was so much to learn. Sometimes he wasn't sure what else would fit in his head. Each day he was taking in all he could, which seemed like a great deal each day, and he wasn't sure if he would run out of room or if he would remember it all. Fasicanted, truelly he was by it all he wasn't sure where to begin. Should he yip to? Should he try to howl like his father to attempt to call more wolves? He wanted to get his mother out here, and Ryvet. It was then he knew what he wanted to do first.

Shifting his weight between his limbs, he prepared himself and sucked in a deep breathe. The young lad was tipping his nose up, high, high, high, and then he sang an somewhat deep aroooo for his mother, brother, and even little Calla. They should be here too. There was too much not to miss this! Proud of his own song, he carried himself past his father with no fear, with his chin up, and nostrils flairing. The new wolves were familiar and yet so different of scents he wanted to figure out why. It was to the oldest male he reached first. He glanced up, and let out a short yip. It was nothing testing, just a hello of sorts. Then he turned to the lady, letting out another light bark.