Cold Shoulder [Pesto]

Harbringr was in a foul mood for several reasons. For one, Ashen had been raided. Some flea bitten pack had actually raided them and on top of that he was injured. The older male now lay on the beach, nursing his injuries and taking in the sun. Ari was farther down the beach digging for clams but Costanza was once again nowhere to be seen. He could understand her sleeping during the day, after all she was an owl, but she wasn't roosting in her usual spot. They'd barely spoke these past seasons and it seemed like she was always out. Whenever he wanted to talk she always had something else to do. He was getting to his wits end. He'd captured live mice for her, waited on her paw and tooth and still she didn't seem to want to spend time with him. She didn't care to reminisce about life before the tragedy.