He was finding the cold chill that graced him on his rounds this morning dampened his mood. A reminder of what his life was missing and what his life wouldn't be graced with. He felt it was hopeless in finding Star or another women to love. He felt it was hopeless that he would ever have any children of his own. It was thoughts that made things depressing and today it was really dragging him down. It also brought thoughts on the recent events in the pack, like the two boys being returned home, the drama that ensued upon their arrival. It made him grumble, knowing that there was no way to completely prevent drama and fights among members. Though he was doing his best to continue what Faite had created, trying to put himself in her paws to make decisions. It helped at times, but other times it made him struggle even more. He hoped the fighting wouldn't continue, because he felt he would only continue to struggle.
He was heading back out towards the borders. Heading the normal path he always took it would take him close to Jewell's den. Close enough for him to see it and be able to see if another kill needed to be brought in to them. Though today he got the chance to see something different, something that clearly stuck out in the winter graced territory. He could see a brown and rainbow colored young wolf taking up the mouth of the den. Frost was approaching from the boy's left and Frost could see him gazing out at the horizon. For a moment Frost stopped and watched him, his eyes softening as he felt his heart being tug. The boy was being punished, rightfully so, but Frost knew how punishment felt and how it really stunk. As a boy there was a few times he himself had to be punished.
Regaining his composure the male continued to approach before stopping a few feet away looking to Celestin.
"You look like your having the time of your life," he resisted the urge to smile or smirk at his comment, knowing vary well the young male had to be extremely bored. "Is your Uncle's punishment working?"
