"Hvitur made great progress in the howling lesson. So great that he heard once or twice that maybe, just maybe, he could rest a little. His ambition for becoming the best voice in the pack was so strong, though, that resting was not an option."
"During the today's lesson, Candy stalked towards Hvitur and purposefully jumped in front of him and caused him to dash in the other direction. Nocturno was waiting, and easily trapped Hvitur and stopped them from getting away."
Although he isn't so strong (in fact, he and his brother being the two weakest in the pack), Hvitur finds other ways to prove his belonging. He takes on a roll similar to a bard, boosting everyone's spirit when they were all gathered together, especially late at night and early in the morning when the entire pack was gathered together to eat. His songs started off as wordless tunes, and then about random parts of his everyday life such as his favorite kind of meat or the little brook he and the other pups were often taken down to to play, or the pretty butterfly that fluttered around the den (a song that ended in tragedy when Thunder leapt up and snagged it in his little jaws), or about a particular pack-mate (whether this be because he's protesting their "mean-ness" or because he's singing their praises for bringing him a treat or toy or such). Kenya's howling lessons quickly turned into a show about little Hvitur when he took over his his… "lovely" singing…
As an adolescent, Hvitur started to understand the world a little more, and his songs started to grow more complex, the lyrics began to have more meaning, and his voice began to actually sound… good! For once, instead of being shushed or laughed at, Hvitur was now receiving praise and amusement from his other pack-members. Even poor Kenya, who had had to put up with the noise when he was a pup. He took a huge interest in music and adventure, and often snuck out to try to find the songs and stories of both wolves and other animals alike to memorize and relay them back home. These little musical adventures only helped him sing even more beautifully.
As an adult, Hvitur still sings, as well as dances. His songs may be about everyday life, or about love, or sorrow, or anger; they may praise life, or scorn misfortune; he tells stories in his singing, many of which are based on Wild Dog's tales. His singing is very beautiful, and verte persuasive: he can calm and soothe, rile and stir, sadden and depress, excite and thrill, and attract the friendly attention of just about anyone. He is a sort of cheerleader as well for the stronger members of the pack, boosting their spirits after a loss and building their morale when they are about to go into action.
Although he tries to help on smaller hunts occasionally, he usually only leaves the den to travel around to collect more music and tales, as well as to sing for other packs and other animals alike, bringing back the money he makes from the hires and the tips along with the melodies he's learned.
Hvitur often talks about his one main life goal— besides becoming the best singer known to wolf-kind, of course— which is to be able to sing for Tala. He often heard stories and songs about her on his travels and remembers his mother Bolt, the alpha, being visited by this mysterious character when she needed help and her relieved expression when she came back home with her. He had heard all kinds of tales about the mysterious guardian: that she is a ghost, a spirit guide, a powerful pack leader with magical capabilities— he's heard all the theories. He is aware this is a pretty unachievable dream, however, and seems to act alright about it, although he is good at making it look this way. In fact, he often jokes about it. "Guess what? I saw Tala during my trip!" "You did?!" "Yeah! And then I woke up." Turns out he isn't as good of a comedian as he is a singer.
