His eyes trailed off to the enormous building ahead of him, which was the pack house, standing tall in shades of grey and white. He kept vigilant not really knowing exactly what was going on in the minds of these wolves. Entering the pack house, each and every wolf sensed Jim and looked up from whatever they were doing their gazes hostile, he didn't mind though, he had too much to think of right now than bother with angry wolves. Behind him were around ten wolves and the head warrior whose disposition spoke for him led the way.
Through the hallways, the architecture was pretty appealing to the eyes, a combination of classical royal heritage. They took a few turns and arrived at a huge patio door that was held open for them. The head warrior walked in and gave a deep bow to the elders and then his Alpha.
