Vitus moved to sooth his sister, more so delicately and lovingly then Ezra had, who's affection was subtle. Ezra was already digging through the packed snow and ice, filled with rock, dirt and limbs. He only stopped with the footfalls of someone else arriving crunched over the winter earth. He turns to his age-mate uncle, his new king. Ezra's gaze is one of both pain and anger and he dips his gray chin in the slightest, an acknowledgment to Arvid's condolences and assistance with digging their father out - only to end up being buried somewhere else, as it were.

Then another came. One of the newer members of the pack. An incredibly large viking woman and an actual adult. Ezra would never say it allowed, but it was nice having more adults in the pack again. Someone who could offer them guidance as needed for the pack predominately full of yearling, orphaned, children.

Fiadh was next and the six wolves got to work more or less quietly and when directed by the older viking, Erza took place at Fiadh's other side and began to press his weight into the broken tree trunk.