The little things

Well, this was an interesting place, wasn't it? Despite the cold, and the chips of ice forming at the edges of the streams, he could still make out a very fine hint of the pack that had resided here. The pack he'd once belonged to. It was somewhat nostalgic. He wondered what he would find here. Certainly no one familiar from the pack before... but maybe something else. Taking in a deep breath, he enjoyed the chilly fragrance of water and moss as he gently pressed his way through the tendrils of the weeping willows.

He'd splash lightly through a shallow stream, keeping himself moving as he conditioned himself to the icy cold of the water. He had to keep his paws moving so that he didn't freeze from the water. For him, it was merely an exercise in strengthening and toughening up his hide and resistance to pain. For now, he was focused on movement, and he wouldn't be stopped unless he ran into company.