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Chade jogged along inwardly debating where he wanted to hunt today.  If Swift was with him there would have likely been a debate and they would have gone to firefly lake or the polar sound.  He enjoyed hunting up the mountain but Swift hated it up there in the cold.  She had stayed in their den on the island this time clearly dismayed at the snow on the ground.  Chade couldn’t imagine living with such a thin coat.  Certainly, he’d made his cat a good number of fur pelts to curl up in.  Maybe he needed to make her a cape or coat of some sort?

Last year Chade and Ry had been dealing with the constant darkness and all the glowing rocks and mushrooms.  This year the long dark hadn’t returned and other than firefly lake he rarely saw the funny glowing bugs.  So, this is what a normal winter was like.  There was a thin layer of snow that could not hide all the grass but it did add a crispness to the grass blades and the rocks had a thin layer of white peppered across their tops.

Spotting the form of the golden and grey wolf who had recently joined the pack Chade turned his path to head toward him.  He knew the wolf’s name but really not a whole lot more than that.  “Hey,” Chade called out in a friendly greeting.  

"Chade"