I've got me a shovel and I'm digging a ditch

He too had heard the call that had rung out for Dhiren's pack, and he had been worried ever since. He had his paws full himself with all these pups coming soon, and hoped that at least some of them would have made it to Thear. When Novella's call rang out for him though, his heart dropped slightly. He hoped that she came with good news, but he honestly didn't think so. It wasn't often that his aunt left her pack, so he knew that there was a reason behind it. Taking in a deep breath he left the plains and made way for the river, finally lowering in volume after the floods. Snow crunched beneath his paws, sending a shiver down his spine as the cold winter air bit into his coat. He fluffed himself up, golden eyes squinting as he kept a look out for Novella. With the snow blanketing the earth she blended in quite nicely, just as he did. The man couldn't help but let our a little chuckle, head shaking as he picked up her scent rather than sight of her. Following his nose he was able to finally see her, his tail wagging behind him slightly.

"Always a pleasure to see you, Aunty Novella." He called out as he approached her, taking a seat beside her and sharing his warmth with her. It was a cold winter, that was for sure. Not the time to have pups. "I hope all is well?" His eyes sought to lock with her own, concern laced within his gaze. It was obvious that he too had heard the call, and hoped that she came to tell him that Sawtooth was save within Thear. Dhiren had a small pup, not even a year old yet. There were other children there too, and he doubted that they would fair well unless they were cared for properly. There wasn't much room left in Abaven, but he would do all he could to see that his family was safe.