Mr. Snow Miser [Joining Seracia]

A small smile was found on Malia's muzzle when she was sticking her muzzle in the snow. She was biting the snow and letting the snow melt in her mouth before taking more. It was fun and the water was good for her so no harm done. She had realized, in time, that she was near the borders of a pack. She sniffed the borders funny and with curiosity. She had never actually run into a pack before, her first encounter with a pack wolf ever. Quite strange for a three year old wolf. But then again, she was no normal adult.


She figured that if she was curious, she should just call for them. "Helllo?" She howled out, looking around. She knew it was a serious matter she was about to enter, so she backed up a bit. She waited, wondering what pack wolves were like, if they had a fun life. Malia liked a fun life, it was all she really lived for.