[Center][color=f26522][H2]James[/H2][/color][/center]

The snow lay across the ground like a blanket, its witness nearly blinding. He had let Ambrosia take the lead for the last portion of the trek in favor of keeping an eye on the others. Everyone had seemed like they fared well enough, even the younger members. 

They had reached the destination, rotted cabins with busted windows, their new home. It was perfect. 

Ambrosia changed forms as did Rayne. His gaze ventured back to Ambrosia. They he'd met months ago and had since formed a close bond. He figured she was the reason he was the alpha rather than any other guy. He felt she was much more qualified at any rate. 

Changing forms, James turned into a tall man, a dark green coat pulled closed against the chill.