★ The White Hart

Tor scowled at the whirling clouds overhead that had kept him from completing his journey looking for his scattered siblings, and back down at the hole he had slid headlong into in his rush to find shelter. Now he was muddy, scraped, and bruised both physically and emotionally. Stupid hole. Stupid weather. Stupid siblings wandering all over the fucking place. He glanced around the vegetation-strewn hole in the ground. It wouldn't be a particularly good shelter if that storm finally moved over it, though a couple of puppies seemed to have gotten themselves stuck there too. He ignored them. Just a couple stupid
useless babies. But that cave mouth drew his attention... And the white deer that posed there. Tor locked his eyes on it as it turned and leaped away... Into the cave? Not someplace deer usually went, in his experience. There was probably something wrong with it, like it was sick in the head or something, and it would probably not be safe to eat. But he felt himself drawn to it anyway, and when the stupid puppies went yapping after it, Tor couldn't help himself. He threw himself into the cave with reckless enthusiasm, almost bowling the puppies over in his rush to be the first on its trail.