When his speech was over, silence fell over the town of Frostvik. Erik quickly realized he had unwittingly shifted to his wolf form. His mouth twisted into a snarl while his wolfish amber eyes shone with a fierce defiance.
Apparently, Frostfang's insinuations had trudged up some intense feelings from Erik.
Frostfang paused due to Erik's rebuttal but kept his eyes narrowed. A complex mix of anger and sadness marred his face. Yet, for the moment, he didn't seem to have a good comeback to Erik's words.
Deciding that perhaps it was best to move Frostfang's focus, Viljar moved to stand in between Erik and Frostfang. "Setting aside all of this, it's good to see you again, Jonas," he said with a warm smile.
The truth was, that the current Silver Enclave was divided into a large number of camps spread throughout the eastern area of Finnmark, and Frostfang was always on the move, traveling from camp to camp. Thus, he rarely saw his old friends.
