We were born from greatness

Chasm had decided he didn’t like the cold. It made the pup feel miserable as he explored, and from what his parents were saying things were only going to get colder. At least his Mama had tore some of the fur off their prey for them to lay on. It wasn’t pretty and neat like some wolves might make it for trade, but it was warm! But one thing would coax him out of the den near the falls -- and that was his brother.

Chasm twitched his ears as he exited the den, gaze falling on his sibling. He wiggled through the nippy wind until he got close to Apathy, sitting down with a low yawn. “Hiya ‘pathy…” The little brute fluffed up his fur against the wind, casting a grin at his sibling as he wiggled in place. “Wanna wrestle?”