It was a bright morning in Frostholm Castle. Everyone was going about their business as usual. Everything seemed fine, though the haunting memories and painful recollections of the war would forever be etched in their minds. They mourned, but they knew that rising again was a necessity. They would not allow the sacrifices of their pack to be in vain.

Every aspect was evaluated. Every nook and cranny of the territory was being monitored as closely as possible. They would make sure that no gaps were left unchecked, including every piece of information that came in, no matter how big or small. Everything would be examined with the utmost caution....