The boy giggled, hearing Anais call out for him. He had waited at the den like she asked him too, but when she was gone for too long he went outside to have a little fun. Since the snow was mean and covered up all of his mud, Lebrah had to improvise. He went and began to roll in the snow, rolling around and around until it started to stick to his fur. Soon enough all of his markings were covered up and he was one big snowball. So when he heard Anais call, he crawled closer to the mouth of the den. There he curled up, looking like a rather big pile of snow. But wait! Snow piles didn't have tails, and Lebrah's tail was slowly wagging as his plan hatched. Golden eyes closed, his nose enough to tell him that she was close. Laughing softly, Lebrah waited for her to find him.
Tucked away in his little hiding spot, the boy couldn't help but open a single eye to peek at her. She was looking around, she obviously hadn't seen him just yet. He tried to still his wagging tail, but couldn't help it. How could she not see him? He was a tail-wagging pile a snow in a very suspicious wolf shape. He snapped his eye shut again, laying very, very still. Lebrah was starting to get cold though, the snow was settling into his skin, chilling him down to the bone. Shivering, he bit it lip to get him to stop moving. He could warm up once he was found! Yes, that sounded like a grand idea. So he forced himself to still once more, grinning and waiting for his momma to find him.
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