Meanwhile, the council was not on the same boat as the pack members. This man just claimed he was from the Dark Snow Pack – none from the Black Moon Pack has ever seen the members of the Dark Snow Pack. They only heard stories about their brutality, ferocity, unholy dealings, and so on, from merchants.
Seeing them for the first time in their lives, the Elders' throat tightened with dread.
Th– this man is…he's a bringer of bad omen!
Anywhere the Dark Snow Pack members stepped into, chaos and destruction followed...
The council members swallowed hard, their hearts gripped by trepidation. They exchanged worried glances, their minds racing with the implications of Detroit's presence.
One of the council members, a grizzled old wolf, trying to be brave, despite his trembling fingers, took a step forward, his voice low. "You're a long way from home, Detroit of the Dark Snow Pack. What business do you have here, really? And what makes you think you can just...buy one of our own?"
