Most wonderful time of the year

*Bass* · 12-02-2016, 02:02 PM

Bass nodded when the darker female flipped the question back to himself, but then remembered that she couldn't see that. Nearly cursing out loud, he took in a sharp breath before turning to gaze at her. "Most mornings, yeah. But it's been getting harder and harder to get out of my den these days, cold winter mornings are not my favorite thing," he left out his stiff joints, because as she was a healer he didn't doubt that she would try to shove some sort of herb concoction down his throat. The aging gentleman's nose turned up at the thought, the tip of his tongue poking out. No thanks, he was fine with just a quick stretch and then to go on his way. Harmony knew first hand how terrible he could be when it came to plants and crap, he wasn't about to change now. His ears flickered as she went on, saying that there had been a late bloom. That was good he supposed, he knew how hard it was to find much of anything when the winter months rolled in. He just hoped that next year would be better with prey, all of them were lacking in weight from the harsh summer and autumn, only to be thrown into winter without much time to prepare. Perhaps he should call a hunt soon and see where that herd had wandered off too before a real dump of snow came to claim them.

"The borders have been rather quiet, but I don't blame anyone for not showing up. It's been pretty icy in the mornings and not much better with all the slush in the afternoon. That's why I have been getting at my patrols sooner so I don't have to slodge back to my den with soaking wet paws," he said with a small chuckle, looking around them to see where they were headed. The grass gave way to a small clearing, one that he had used for meetings before when mud claimed the plains as well as the rapids. Stretching out his legs, he trotted forward and jumped up on a rock, scrambling for a firm grip on the slippery surface. He was able to see a bit farther from up here, looking for any signs of prey. It would seem that the cold had driven them away as well, and he made a note to check back closer to the afternoon when the ice started to thaw. Shivering ever so slightly, he jumped back down onto solid ground and turned back to Storm. "Sorry, I was just checking to see if the white tail herd had moved through here. No signs yet though," he said casually, his tail wagging slightly behind him. "Did you have any plans for today, Storm?" Bass asked, wondering if there was anything that he could assist her on before he had to return to his patrols.

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