Cruella Would Be Proud

The winter winds were not shy about entering his own den either, specifically in the midst of night when it was the coldest. The pelt of the panther he'd hunted with Sirius plus the few pelts he took with him the night of his joining were hardly enough to keep the winter chill out. Debating on hanging a fur at the entrance of his den to create a doorway to keep the air out, he had gone on a small hunting trip to replace those he would be taking. He came up short today though and drearily padded towards the communal area once he'd made it back across the borders. If he went another night without something to block the wind, he was sure he'd wake up with a cold. He'd have to try again tomorrow to bring at least one decent pelt back, but for now he needed to make up his own den to make it another night. He wasn't use to winter and even though the light snow melted soon after it fell, it was still simply too cold for him at night. During the day his duties kept him warm enough, but with the dropping temperature and chilly winds at night, he couldn't take it anymore.

His pace slowed as he neared the communal area to a smooth trot, but the sight of something new caught him off guard and made him pause. Squinting, he tried to focus on whoever was laying near the obelisk. They looked unfamiliar to him, since he could tell from this far it wasn't Aslatiel. He hadn't met any other lighter colored wolves besides Malalia, but even she was darker than them. He broke his pause to walk forward and eventually came up behind the other and called out while he was still some distance away and stopped, in case his sudden presence startled her.

"Are you okay? Do you need some help?" Even he knew he was being too nice lately, but this new pack life was doing something to him. He couldn't quite tell what they were doing, besides maybe staring at some pelts near the obelisk. He tilted his head towards them, curious, and sat.

"Speech!"

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