The moment the tasks were set, each and every one of them leaped to it immediately; from his place at Morganna's side, Craw watched them turn tail and jump to their duties. The two women disappeared together, after confirmation from Celandine, and Craw trusted that he would see them both back up the monadnock once they were done. The weather was working against all of them and running out locals could be difficult on the worst days, but he knew that Capable was not the giving-up sort, and Celandine's fire was yet to show any signs of going out. They would get it done.
Wraith and Greer ran ahead, and then it was just the two of them. While he was prepared to support her movements if necessary, Morganna made it entirely clear that she needed none of it; instead, Craw just scrambled after her, ascending the rock as he tried to keep visual tabs on the other wolves in the storm. Most importantly, he kept an eye out for Greer, who was supposed to be finding somewhere for his sister, but it soon became clear that Morganna had overshot her brother completely, focusing instead on a long line of pale boulders. When she started to dig, Craw helped as he could, though her single-mindedness and rocketing agitation encouraged him to keep his distance; once she was satisfied with the space, tiny as it was, he kept well clear of her, lingering only to make sure that nothing else disturbed her and to keep an eye out for the others.
He did not know how Capable or Celandine were doing, but eventually Greer and Wraith found them, a darkness in the latter's expression which Craw took to mean that the man had done an unsavoury task. It was for the pack and children, though, so while Craw butted his nose against Wraith's cheek in support and gratitude, he did not regret whatever his companion had been forced to do.
The night passed tumultuously. At some point in the darkness the storm broke, and when the sun rose it was to a calmer world. Craw had never strayed far from his mate and where she lay huddled among the rocks, even when others had taken the opportunity to explore the plateau and its surrounding terrain. Even from here, beside the boulders which glittered with subtle streaks of vibrant yellow the higher the sun rose, Craw could see the world stretch for miles and miles around. The six of them stood upon a pinnacle totally unique in this land, and the longer he gazed out at the horizon, the more he enjoyed the view.
Morganna's soft woof drew his attention instantly; turning to her for the first time since giving her space in the heights of the night before, he approached slowly, head lowered and ears back, instinctively wanting to present himself as unthreateningly as possible. He recognised the tightness in his chest as he gazed at her, knowing that tucked away beside her somewhere was new life. The sensation surprised him in its familiarity, because these weren't his, and yet...
If permitted, he would approach close enough to nudge her nose with his own, a rumble of approval and contentment in his chest. It was done. They had done it. The monadnock was clear, by all accounts, and now had given birth to their wards for the year. It was theirs.
Eyeing the pale boulders with their shining veins of gold, Craw strode around the nearest one which slanted into the ground, and heavily jumped up upon it; reaching its tallest point several further feet from the ground, he surveyed the flat plateau of the monadnock, saw the path they had taken to ascend it, saw the world spread out around them, as though an empire waiting to be built.
When he pulled his head back and sang, the sound as rough and deep as any of his spoken words, the message was many; to bring them all together, to celebrate the new life they had safely delivered, and to proudly say - this is ours.