"Hey hey, Balto. Your name is Balto, right?" Radolf ran circles around Balto while asking him random questions. Since Balto felt better after talking to Duke, so he answered most of the questions Radolf had.

"Balto, is it true that you fought a abomination?" Radolf asked.

"I didnt do much, it was Half-Face that fought it the most." Balto answered.

"Half-Face? Is Half-Face your friend? But why Half-Face? I thought all dire wolfs are born with atleast a full face?" Radolf looked at Balto as if he was lying? Balto didnt think much about it. Before he got to answer, Radolf dashed through a really big berry bush. Balto had to lower himself a little bit before managing to get through. The inside of the big berry bush was oddly hollow, so that Radolf and Balto could both be inside with extra room to spare. For once, Radolf was quiet as he licked another dire wolf.

This direwolf had fur similar to Radolf, but much duller. She seemed to be even older than Beowul with how wrinkly she was. Not only that, but Balto was suprised to see that she had grey eyes with no colour or focus in them.

"Radolf, tell me, who is the youngling with us?" The old direwolf asked Radolf as she sniffed the air.

"I think you are talking about Balto, mom. But he isnt a youngling, he is way too big for that! Do you remember Duke? Duke and Balto are the same height!" Radolf said in a low voice. It was obvious that Radolf cared deeply about his mother.

"Of course I remember Duke. I might be old, but I am not that old. Besides, I am sure that your friend here is younger than you by a couple of years." Radolfs mother said with her eyes pointing to where she thought Balto was. Hearing this, Radolf couldnt hold in the suprise, and shouted out loud.

"WAIT BALTO. YOU ARE YOUNGER THAN ME?!" Radolfs voice could be heard from outside the bush. Ulva, who was sneaking behind Balto and Radolf, was startled when she heard what Radolf said out loud. Normal wolfs are considered adults when they are around 3 years old or older. For direwolfs, they are considered adults when they are 10 years old and can live to be 50 or 80 if they are lucky.

"Radolf, dear. I understand you are suprised, but please remember that my ears are sensetive. Oh, where are my manners. My name is Fridolf." Fridolf, with her grey eyes, politely bowed to where she thought Balto was. Balto didnt say anything, but bowed to Fridolf aswell. Ulva pushed herself into the bush, glancing at Balto before talking to Fridolf and Radolf.

"Good morning Fridolf. Why did your son shout so loudly?" Ulva looked at Radolf while saying so. Fridolf didnt have to say anything because the energized Radolf couldnt help himself from speaking.

"Ulva! Did you know that Im older than Balto! He is so huge but also so young. Doesnt that make him the youngest one here! Maybe Balto will be even bigger than Duke in the future!" Radolf was still talking loudly, but manages somehow speak softly at the same time.

Just like how Radolf was suprised, so was Ulva. The only one who didnt look suprised was Fridolf.

"Do you two not remember the old leader of the Gavir clan? It was a while ago, but not that long ago. He was as big as a bark bear but you somehow managed to forget him." Fridolf sighed.

"Are you talking about Tyr? Anyone who has seen Tyr wont be able to forget him." Ulva said while thinking about the old leader.

Tyr. The Giant King of Direwolfs. It was said that when he was born, he was the size of a normal wolf and killed his own mother during the birth. He never stopped growing in size, easily towering over all the other direwolfs. But when they were attacked by the goblins, Tyr was the last defence. The remains of the Gavir clan havent managed to find him, despite the size of the beast. While Fridolf, Radolf and Ulva was reminiscing and Balto was trying to imagine what Tyr looked like, Beowul poked his head into the berrybush and looked at everyone.

"Radolf, we gotta go hunt together with Balto. Because we found goblins the other day, we have to go and look for more." Beowul pulled his head out of the bush and Radolf followed.

"Bye Fridolf, it was nice to meet you." Balto said to Fridolf who was scratching her ear.

"It was nice to meet you Balto. Take care of Radolf for me. That Beowul is always so grumpy." Balto left to go after Beowul and Radolf, leaving Ulva and Fridolf alone in the bush. After a while, Fridolf sighed.

"What is it Ulva, it is unusual for you to be so stressed like this." Ulva was suprised at how accurate Fridolfs nose was. Ulva hesitated before answering.

"Fridolf, I know your nose can pick up on things no one else could. Did you smell something odd about Balto?" Ulvas tone was serious. Fridolf could tell from Ulvas heartbeat and her smell that she was stressed.

"Could you be more spesific on what you mean when you say 'odd'." Fridolf knew what Ulva was talking about, but didnt mention it. Ulva, knowing what Fridolf was probably thinking, took a deep breath before continuing.

"I tried to paralyse him because he didnt feel right to me. I was suprised that he managed to wake up as if nothing happened to him." Fridolf was quiet for a couple of seconds, shocked of what she heard Ulva do.

"... You tried to paralyse a stranger? No wonder it didnt work."

"What do you mean?" Ulva was confused at what Fridolf said. 'Why wouldnt it work'.

"There is something wrong with Balto, or rather. There might actually be something in Balto." Fridolfs voice went from a motherly voice to a one of worry.

"You mean he migth be a abomination? But if thats true, how is he able to speak to us?" Ulva asked, but Fridolf didnt answer. Whatever it is residing inside Balto couldnt be described with words. She didnt smell Vita, but rather, the other cells that Vita had implanted. The smell of grass mixed with the tiniest hint of death that abominations carried with them. There was also something else, but that wasnt a smell that Balto carried. Some monsters could sense the lifeforce. Or rather, they could sense the soul or aura of others. While it was rather faint, Baltos soul had something to it that wasnt right. Fridolf could sense auras and seemed to be able to faintly sense it aswell, but whatever it was that resided inside of Balto could help the Gavir clan reclaim its old glory. Or it could be the doom for them all.