Tundra turned out to be everything Gavin imagined, but better. The place was nothing short of beautiful, if not hauntingly regal. Everywhere Gavin turns his head to, all he sees is white. The surrounding is covered with snow, the high sun reflecting on its surface making him squint his eyes, but it did not stop him to look around more, almost too eager as he drinks the sight around him.
They pass by a busy street. Tundra is a big pack, so it was understandable that there are so many shifters. They mill in and out of what seems to be cabins, and small kiosks. Gavin wants to look further into them, eager to explore, but he knows they still have things to fulfill, so he settled on just gazing at them for now, in the safety of the wagon. What surprised him is the people, mostly. They’re dressed in grey tunics, and their hairs are in similar color. The members of Tundra have really pale skin, as what is expected for living in such a cold place, their hair similar to the wolves of Moon Vall
