Christian had a lot in his mind given he was supposed to ensure everyone's well being in the aftermath. His father, who was still the official head of the pack, was busy integrating the willing members of the ice fountain pack into theirs. Mr Wrisberg arranged the quarters in the nearby pack for them to stay.
He headed off to the hospital, once he ensured everything was okay. He noticed that people were recovering in the hospital as well. It was a good sign. He smiled. He made sure the kids who were hidden in the warehouse were reinstated back to their households. Whose parents were injured were put in the custody of the officials of pack nursery.
Christian had to admit, even if the scene appeared to be brutal, it was nothing compared to the stories he had heard about the interpack wars of the olden times. Christian expected this one to go that bad, but thanks to their clever members, the casualty count was far too less than expected.
