It was not a joyous sound, the call of Jaxxon, his voice which let them know he and his traveling party had returned from their allies in the northeast. A place which Ezra had yet to visit. He was sure it would come in time, especially so given that his new position in this pack was as he had held in Northfall - guardian. Though he were guardian, he awaited the opportune moment for warrior. He had come down all this way for a little bit more fun among aggressive familiar wolves, after all, now that the best of Northfall's warriors had died in the year. It was sad for Northfall, yet not sad for the warriors, who may be celebrating among the gods, now.

Wars would have to wait.

This call was one of sorrow. Even if Jaxxon tried to hide it in his tone, his words stated otherwise. A postion taken in his brother's long absence, far overdue for return, apparently. Jaxxon would take the position with burden and grief. Ezra licked his lips, his thoughts lingering towards Pollux own and how this might come to benefit him. Yet he was young, he was new, but Kinsey blood ran in his veins. He would make sure everyone else knew that too.