Frostmoon

The moon had just crested the trees when Farkas first scented them. The night had been still, a layer of mist enveloped the forest in a white haze. The wolf had been contemplating what he could say to ease Brynn's ire, poking idly at the campfire. His first thought had been that rogues were once again wandering the mountainside, but realized almost at once that this was not the case. They smelled of wild fire and ash, and most of all; wolf. What exactly they were doing here in Whiterun pack territory, Farkas couldn't say, but he knew it was no accident. Vilkas would need to know, Farkas thought decidedly, and began removing his bedclothes to shift.

"Hail, brother.", a man's voice called as Farkas's breeches dropped onto the grass. Farkas turned to see four figures emerging from the trees around his camp. Forward they came, positioning themselves in such a way that Farkas was well surrounded. "Beautiful night for a hunt, is it not?", the voice asked.

"It's always a good night for hunt.", Farkas replied cautiously. They were after something, but as for what it might be, Farkas knew not.

"Good man!", The voice came again, and a man directly in front of Farkas stepped forward to offer his hand. Farkas took it, grasping the forearm of the tall man. The stranger's armor was fashioned from various furs, even a furry hood on his head. He was easily as tall as Farkas, with a leaner build. Wearing a pleased expression under his long, scruffy ginger beard, he said, "Majni, alpha of The Frostmoon pack."

The Frostmoon pack... Farkas had heard of them before, they were one of the two wolf packs that resided in Solstheim. That explained why they smelled of fire, The island of Solstheim was constantly blanketed with ash falling like snow drops from the explosive Red Mountain. Personally, Farkas could never live near, or trust, a towering mountain that often belched liquid fire.

"Name's Farkas," he said formally, "Betta of The Whiterun pack."

Majni's brows lifted in recognition. "Ah, one of the Ysgramor's twin warrior wolves, well met."

Farkas nodded. "And to you. What brings you so far from home?"

Majni let out a laugh. "We can discuss that later, it seems we have interrupted your shift. May we join you?"

Farkas remembered his nakedness and looked from Majni to each of the others in turn. There was another man, possibly even larger than Farkas himself, and two women. "Oh, my apologies, friend.", Majni said with a smile. "This is Akar, my brother and betta."

He clapped a hand on the large man's shoulder, who only grunted in response. Akar resembled Majni, having the same ginger toned hair and scruff, but he seemed disinterested, staring off into the starry sky.

"Hjordis here hailed from another pack until recently.", Majni continued. The woman, Hjordis, had long hair the color of dead grass, and watched him with a predatory intensity.

"And of course, Rakel, loyal as they come.", Majni smiled at the other woman. Rakel's hair was the shade of river clay. She wore a slightly amused expression, watching Farkas with a warm smile. All four of them wore surprisingly little in regards to clothing. Their armors, fashioned solely from furs, covered minimal amounts of skin. Farkas supposed he had no room to cast stones, with his self entirely barren. He also wasn't in a position to deny them hunting rights, as the betta of his pack, alone against the foursome. Farkas took a deep breath, and nodded, it seemed tonight he would have a new pack to entertain.