All welcome but Sven is specifically seeking Ravenna.
Sven had seen it coming, had always known that this would be the way things would come to be and, with Enoki's disappearance, knew that it would be soon. Burdened by his mate's disappearance on top of the growing pack's demands, Nicolo had grown not just weary, but ill. Unable to maintain the leadership, he had approached Sven privately to discuss the situation. Ultimately, the young Archer's crown was returned to him, and damned if it didn't feel good.
He'd left Nicolo to rest, stepping back out into the frozen world with his head held high. A moment was taken to survey the kingdom that was once again rightfully his, before tilting back his head and sending up a howl for the whole pack to hear. It's notes communicated dominance and ownership, announcing his leadership crisply in the winter air.
When the last note had faded, he set out in search of his equal in rank. He and Enoki had formed an understanding during his short time as alpha before those rogue mutts had attempted to take his life from him; he would not waste time in ensuring that his and Ravenna's reign together was just as agreeable. While he had thoroughly appreciated the piebald woman for all that she had done, not just in leading the pack but for him personally, this was how it was supposed to be.
This was the final shift in leadership the Ridge would see for a long time; the dawning of a new dynasty.