Broken Antler Fen Flap Your Wings

A foreign chuffin noise had woken Mato instantly from his sleep. As he pulled himself from such a state, he blinked slowly and turned his attention towards the mouth of the den. As the figure of a stranger came into his sights, Mato unsteadily pulled himself onto his paws and wobbled towards the den with the motivation to see who this was at their den. Mato had not yet interacted with anybody beyond his immediate relations and was naturally curious to see a wolf that he had never seen before.

The wolf was held low against the frigid blanket of snow-- that much he noticed upon exiting the den. His ears were perked and his eyes shined as he looked to the stranger, but, as he stepped onto the snow he turned his attention down to his paw and shivered. Though he was not a stranger to the substance, he could not get over how cold it was. He had never felt something so cold and was quite confused by this!

Turning back to the stranger, with a smile still in place, he greeted her and the morsel with a boisterous, “brrrr!” as if to state the obvious.