Someone I Could Be

Enrico trotted towards the main pack holding, the ship, with a pair of ptarmigan held firmly by the feet in his mouth. He had intended to drop them off for anyone who was hungry, and to continue out on a patrol around the borders alone, but he caught sight of Cepheus starting down the ramp and changed his mind. He would still drop off the ptarmigan and go on patrol, but he wouldn't be going alone.

He signaled for Cepheus to wait, since he couldn't talk, and bounded up the ramp to leave the birds in a metal box on the deck that he'd been using as cold storage. The metal of the box protected it from marauders without insulating it from the cold that kept the ship locked in its icy prison, and it was easy enough for any of the pack to flip the latch open and open the top to check if there was anything on offer. Humans, he had decided, had been remarkably ingenius. He wondered if there were any way for a wolf to reproduce that sort of work.

He started back down the ramp to join the earthen male back on the ice. "Cepheus, good morning," he greeted, tilting his head to the pack member. "Would you join me on patrol, if you are not busy?" He needed to take the time to get to know each of the new pack's wolves individually, and make sure they were all contributing as they needed to. This would be a good way of doing both for this wolf who he knew nothing about.