I look up at what feels like a stone castle. The building is massive, and truly feels as if it has been here for hundreds of years. How did I not notice it before? The stones are different gray ones that look as though they came straight from these mountains. The windows are long and narrow, curved at the tops. I would imagine to help keep the cold out. There are balconies on higher floors. It’s hard to tell exactly how many floors there are, but my guess is at least five.
“This is your home?” My tone not hiding how completely dumbstruck I am.
“Well, it’s the packhouse. So, all the ranked members live here along with just a few others. The first two floors are open to the rest of the pack during most hours and in dire emergencies. I’ll explain more on the tour.” Bastan begins to guide m
