I don't want to be a teacher

Starling trotted through the snow, his oddly large paws digging through the soft white fluff. Spring was around the corner, so shouldn't this be slush by now? He was so bored, this was the worst season in the world. Sure it was his birth season, but it was all so boring. Sure he had his training sessions with Motif, but that could actually be considered stressful than fun. He never seemed to be able to get it, he only somehow managed to not trip over his own paws lately. His stores were stone bare and that caused him more than ample anxiety, knowing he was not equipped to deal with anything that came up, and there was nothing to find. So he went for random walks, leaving the pack territory more often than he ever used too. Which was why he was here, at the frozen over lake, his blue eyes downcast to the flower-killing snow. He barely noticed the stranger untill he nearly managed to stumble right into him, sky blue eyes so wide as he stared up at him. "A-ah I..ah, s-sorry."

"Burn Baby Burn"
"Italian"