Félicien would breathe in, taking a glance around as the snow fell upon the plains. He felt a cold sting, a bit of worry in his heart. Thalos and his siblings remained close yet... He worried for them. Perhaps he had simply not interacted with them as much as he would have liked. The young man would glance towards the den, where the little ones could possibly still be sleeping or playing inside to avoid the chill of winter. He’d come by to check on them later, that he promised.
Féli would leave the area, heading towards the borders. He knew that he wasn’t the most active member in Abaven, but perhaps he could do some good by patrolling the borders for a time. He would perk his ears forward, gaze sweeping the lands. Some part of him hoped to see Sorrel at the borders, but alas it seemed there was little luck to that.
Suddenly Félicien would feel a light weight upon his shoulders. He’d stop, turning his head to see his companion, Sophitia, resting upon him. “All alone, ‘licien?” There seemed to be a teasing tone in her voice. The golden wolf would smile, shaking his head. “No, not with you here.”