Moonspear wine and halo top

Weather: 19°F, Foggy. Heavy snow (2–5 in.) starting later this afternoon, continuing until tomorrow morning.

Fog had settled on the mountain, although Dune was fairly certain if he climbed higher, he could get above it. Not that he was planning on doing anything like that. Instead, Dune had decided to spend his day getting to know the ins-and-outs of the very edges of his home. Slowly but surely, he had started making his way around the very edge of the mountain, planting his own scent by rubbing against trees and scratching at the earth every few yards. He was in a good mood as he did this, his footsteps light and his spirits high, humming a little tune to himself he'd picked up from his mother as a child.

He had managed to (at least briefly) introduce himself to everybody else in the pack. There were Charon and Amekaze, the alpha pair, then their three identical daughters, Rannoch and Liffey, who seemed to be a pair as well. Then there was Wraen, Terance, Dirge, Drogon, Ganondorf, Bernard, Jarilo, Vela, and Gannet. He was pretty sure that was all of them. Many of them he did not know well, had only seen in passing, but he would know them by sight and name, and that was about as good as he could accomplish for now. As time went on, he hoped to form personal connections with all of them.