Tuktu Hinterlands Pretty Lollipop

"Yeah, storms kind of never ask you about the proper time and venue for a rendezvous, do they?" Birk had to agree about the storm had hit at the worst time possible. Though he had sensed the warning signs prior and there had been enough time for him to find a proper shelter. Better at least than this tree. As if to prove the point, some snow from the top branches fell off and landed right on his head. 

"You said you were exploring, does it mean that you come from a pack nearby?" he asked, while shaking his head and clearing snow away from his eyes and muzzle.