Northstar Vale tuesday, the seventeenth, bright lights and camaraderie

Jax hated the snow. It was cold, it was wet, it was cold, it was slippery, and worst of all, it was cold; his unusually short coat didn't help the matter. Grumbling various obscenities, he trudged through the satan's dandruff, not ready for yet another season of dealing with this. Looking for some poor, unsuspecting individual to take his mind off the chill in his paws, he spotted the younger female, not looking overjoyed herself. Indy, or something, Saena's kid; he'd only been apart of this pack for a few days now, and names were still slow to stick in his brain.

"Hiya. You look bored, guess what, me too!" He flopped down in front of her, attempting to rest his chin on the snow, but moving his head to rest upon his forepaws when feeling the cold bite of the ground. "When I get bored, I explode, literally, kaboom, dead."