Since We've No Place To Go, Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow!

Splitting time between the two lands the pack occupied, Ignatius had decided it would be best if he had a den in each land available. He'd been working on gathering hides from recent kills he'd made and left to chill in the gorge and had transported them to the current work in progress den he had going in the red forest. It was tedious, and the den wasn't actually entirely dug out since the ground was just too cold for that, but eventually he was certain he'd have something to be proud of when he was done. Unfortunately, as he stood with one caribou hide in his jaws looking out at the snow flurries that blew past through the even-windier-than-usual gorge, Ignatius began to reconsider making the trip to the other territory. Maybe postpone it for now... A bone-chilling breeze buffeted his thick pelt, cutting right through it and confirming that he indeed did not want to go out and get himself in trouble in the apparent storm that was only getting worse by the minute as the black clouds overhead foreshadowed a long, cold day.

As the snow began to fall faster and heavier, seemingly bent on approaching whiteout conditions in the near future, Ig stood at the mouth of the cave he'd been storing kills in. It was probably chance that managed to catch the wolf-shaped movement further out. The only all white member was Drífa. Was she heading towards an herb den? Cautiously curious, the red man would venture out into the snow, head low and eyes squinting as he walked out into the wind and called out, "Drífa!" Hoping to get her attention before he made his way closer to where he could speak more easily with her. The snow on the ground was only going to get deeper and harder to trudge through, they needed to get back to shelter soon.

"Fancy sharing a space till some of this blows over?" he asked with a grin, gesturing the way he'd come where several of the caves were in use for various things. Her dens were a little further than the one he'd come from, but they could make it there fine. The darker the snow and cloud cover made it the more the soft glow of his pelt became easier to see. At least they probably wouldn't lose each other on the way there.



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