The newest Pillar had taken to his new calling without too much trouble. Sure it was a huge change in his life, but he was more then willing to take on the challenge. He had been coming back into the main part of the territory, from a recent border patrol from the southern parts of their lands. And once he had returned, it didn't take long for him to notice not just a change in the air, the energy of his home, but his sister's call. There was a tension and alarm to her voice that startled him. After all that had transpired, the Night of the north had been doing his best to ready himself for what was to come. What ever awaited him and the others, it was bound to not be good.

N​ó​ttin still called back to her with a howl of kinship and duty, his voice strong and alert. The young Frá Norðri carried himself with a newly found sense of pride and dignity, a calm confidence coming off of him that even surprised him at times. His head and tail were high, carried proudly but with a more serious tone to it. I'm here, Sólúlfur. What's going on? N​ó​ttin called to her once her form had come into his view, and he was close enough for her to hear him. Looking around for a moment, he noticed that the others hadn't quite made it yet.

He refrained from sitting or settling at all, feeling as if he needed to be ready for what ever it was she had to inform him of. In the back of his mind, the sable man thought of his other issues, such as his duties also to the others of the pack. Dalmatia was of course on the top of his list, but also making sure that he did not fail those that put him where he was. It wasn't an option any more to fail them, to fail himself. As he waited for the other Pillars to show themselves, he now fully understood how much that responsibility now meant.