let it snow

(Thoughts Speech)

Quinn looked around him at the walls of the small canyon he walked through, the ice forming jagged edges everywhere that it broke off, leaving shattered piles on the ground like tiny little mountains. He glanced up at the sky above him, he wanted to see if he had picked anything up from his darling. "Well... clouds mean that it's going to get snowy." he said, bemusing himself as he realized that it just wasn't his forte to navigate. As much of an airhead as he could be at times, he still preferred to stay grounded, he liked looking at things that were right in front of him, hence why he took to plants, the smells, the tastes, the beauty of them, knowing where they grow and what they do, it was calming to him, and let him get out of his head every once in a while, AND it let him be sure his brother would be okay when he got hurt.

He perked his ears up as he caught a sound, it was that of his brother's and mate's voices, and he was about to shout out to them when he noticed a trail of prints on the ground, coming from in front of him, and going up a slope to his left. "East." he said to himself, noticing that he maybe did learn something after all.

He smelled the prints, they were laden with the smell of sheep, and he noticed another scent too. "Fear, and pain." he whispered softly, his instincts told him all he needed to know, this sheep was hurt, and while he wasn't sure he could track it alone, maybe together they could.

He ran ahead and rounded a corner to his right, jumping onto a ledge above him and expecting solid footing, instead, he gasped and called out as he tumbled down a few wolf-lengths to come to rest on the ground, right in front of his brother and mate. he stood up with a slight groan and said: "I found tracks going east, anyone wanna try for some food?"