For the past two days, the Moon Valley pack was busy with arrangement for their upcoming journey further up the North. Pack members are running back and forth, regardless of the fact whether they are joining the journey or not, and are all helping to work things faster. On the second day of preparation, a medium sized wagon arrived in the pack. Everyone stared at it in wonder, the sight of a wagon obviously unusual to a pack of wolves who can just easily travel in their animal forms, except for Gavin who already knew what it was for. Murmurs of wonder surrounded the small crowd who saw the wagon being pulled by few shifters. And Gavin, more than anyone else, wanted the ground to swallow him whole at that point.
It was obviously for him. The Pack Alpha proposed the idea at the second part of the gathering (yes, Gavin was able to actually listen). Since Gavin was the only wolf that could not shift among them, and he could not really ride on Ainar’s back the whole journey to the North, (
