A few hours later, a train of carriages packed with gifts passed through the Stargazer Pack. As a land of ice and snow, cars and other automobiles were hard to bring into the Ice Plains, leaving the locals to make do with exquisite, steel carriages. On either side of the procession were packs of wolves guarding and escorting the gifts, with a tall figure clothed in black leading the group.
The streets were packed with werewolves, growling and pacing in the snow as they watched the procession leave.
Among the spectating crowd, a gray she-wolf with a forlorn and sad look in her eyes, sat in depressed silence. The northern wind blasted her face, snow and ice gathering on her figure, but as if she was turned into a statue, the she-wolf did not react.
She sat in motionless silence, her vacan
