Some might have found him strange, while others would well have liked to join him in his snow covered activities. Games of hide and seek, finding a log and using it to ride on down a little slope. Anything to do with snow, he'd done it he thought. But the games he played in the snow had usually been done with his siblings or the neighboring packs pups when their parents took them to the neutral circle where all were allowed without escort - except puppies had to have an escort. And it had been fun, quite amazing to behold. He only hoped that they were all still as well as they had been upon his departure. With a soft sigh, he lay upon the snow covered ground, ears perked as his amber gaze looked about, seeing naught but snowy landscape. And it wasn't even yet winter! Which was amazing, because then he could have all the fun and games he liked whenever he did desire. However he was not interested in a kingdom of isolation. No matter how much the cold didn't bother him. "Burn Baby Burn"

She'd picked up the scent of familiar tracks. What had immediately entered her thoughts was that of her future sister-in-laws brother, Noel. A Kringle on the large side of the scale, if not the largest of the lineage. She herself was not a Kringle, but through her brother Karnage, a year older than herself she would be related to them. But not only that, she and Noel had been, still were friends. Of course he'd always been better at hiding in the snow than she had, so it was little wonder that she'd find him somewhere where snow could be found.

Leaving prints in the snow she followed larger paw prints, sniffing them every several feet to make sure that it was indeed the scent of a wolf she knew that she was trailing. So he was in Alactria! At least there was someone she knew, whether or not they were a part of the same pack. She only hoped that if he'd joined one, it wasn't one that would be enemies with wherever she was.

However as she approached him, he did not have the scent of a pack wolf. Not like they'd each had back home with him in the Christmas Pack and she in the Toxic Death Pack. Her parents pack name and their attitudes were so misleading. Unless someone messed with their family and friends, or so she'd been told.

"Noel!" She yipped as she spotted him laying on the ground, the silver on his head giving him away along with his eyes that did not match the snow.

The young males ears twitched upon hearing the voice of someone quite well known. For all of three seconds he'd thought himself imagining or remembering himself back home. However the scent of one Massacre du Cheval whispered by his nose and he just knew she was truly there. With his tail wagging so furiously with joy behind him, snow shifted and flew up before being whirled away by the wind. "Massacre!" He ran up to greet her, "What are you doing here?" For a brief moment he dreaded her answer, but she appeared happy, so surely nothing bad had happened to their pack-lands. He hoped anyway that all was well. Yet there she was before him, not so easily explained away. Still, he knew Massacre to have her own way about things. Out of their entire families, she was one of only two living prophets. The other his great-granddam, Angel Kringle nee Heart. As far as they all knew, they were not related by blood. Not yet anyway. His sister, Tanakanakas' young and Massacres' brother Karnages' young would share both ties with the Kringles and the du Chevals. "Burn Baby Burn"