Winter wasn't the greatest time for a healer, though there were some plants that could be found, they were harder to locate and to be honest, travelling in the cold and icy conditions wasn't something that Sorrel in particular was particularly keen on. Here he was anyway, out and about searching for some sort of plant that he could add to his stores, a little exploring in the process as well. He'd never set foot on these lands, as far as he was aware up until recently they had always been owned by a pack. In the Spring and Summer he was sure that he would return for a better look so long as no one else claimed them again but for now a little peek, a chance to learn to navigate the place a little bit wouldn't really do much harm. Perhaps he'd even find some sort of hardy winter flower or even one that had decided to grow a little too early for the Spring, thankfully that wasn't too far away now.

Starling trotted through the snow, his oddly large paws digging through the soft white fluff. Spring was around the corner, so shouldn't this be slush by now? He was so bored, this was the worst season in the world. Sure it was his birth season, but it was all so boring. Sure he had his training sessions with Motif, but that could actually be considered stressful than fun. He never seemed to be able to get it, he only somehow managed to not trip over his own paws lately. His stores were stone bare and that caused him more than ample anxiety, knowing he was not equipped to deal with anything that came up, and there was nothing to find. So he went for random walks, leaving the pack territory more often than he ever used too. Which was why he was here, at the frozen over lake, his blue eyes downcast to the flower-killing snow. He barely noticed the stranger untill he nearly managed to stumble right into him, sky blue eyes so wide as he stared up at him. "A-ah I..ah, s-sorry." "Burn Baby Burn" "Italian"