Blacktail Deer Plateau does a match box?

*snaps up thread*

the days were getting more and more regular as he stayed on the plateau. no longer was he a vagrant, ek awaara, wandering up and down the coast with all sorts of adventures to be had. his duties here were simple: provide for his new family. filling the caches for winter, mostly. and getting to know everyone.

besides dawn, the wolf he was most intrigued by was grayday. he was only a year or so older than aditya, but his eyes, clouded slightly over, looked as if he had lived a decade longer. he wanted to hear more of grayday's story--what had brought him here, and what had made him stay.

as if fashioned from his thoughts into thin air, grayday appeared around the bend, nose following some sort of scent. with a friendly wag of his tail, adi trotted towards him. he was about to speak when he noticed something small and brown nestled into the leader's thick pelt. upon further inspection, it was. . .well, some sort of rodent. aditya's jaw fell open, for a moment at a loss for words.

"what in the bloody hell is that?" he exclaimed softly after a beat of silence, pointing with his nose toward the stowaway on grayday's back. "and what is it doing on you?!"