Permafrost Hollows i am a man of many hats

At the next series of droplets, Ulf lowered his front end down as his teeth clicked at the lower droplets. A small laugh escaping him despite the fact that he hadn't managed to catch any. They hit his face and while it wasn't a lot, they made the coldness known.

He stood back up and moved forward towards the gold-kissed wolf. The canine would aim to gently bump his head against Alarian's shoulder. Good trip. He mumbled softly before pulling his head away. Ulf was glad he had stayed with Alarian through the night and followed him in the morning.

This place would be remembered with fondness.