weather the [Storm]

He was burried nose first in apples and thoughts when a voice broke through the quiet of the morning air. A voice he knew well. Storm was down south quite a ways today apparently. He lifted his head and looked towards the direction her voice had come from. He moved towards her with a grin. "Yup. What you doing so far south with you pack up north?" he wasn't trying to be insensitive just figure it out. She didn't smell like a bunch of wolves this time though.

He sat about three feet from her and waited eagerly. Something had to of happened to her pack if she was down this far south. Of course he was also aware that packs didn't last forever.