The spirit of winter had settled for the second time in the lands that had beckoned his name, had led him to friend and foe alike. Gleaming sunny eyes followed the dance of the flecks that fell from the sky to drop on their cold, hard glacier. Unlike his first day at what he would call his sanctuary, Calloon now trotted gracefully over the ice; the familiar sound of his claws ticking and scraping as he made his way to the heart of the territory. In his mouth dangled a fat hare, lifelessly bouncing with every step the ghost took.

The hare was a gift; a gift for Taki, as he now referred to her in his head. He felt his heart swell, and to still it he had to watch the clouds above; they were a foreboding dark colour, almost as if night was upon them already while it was still the middle of the day. One spot lit up, as he behind those stormy clouds was the sun; the sky now almost resembled the ghost's eyes.

A graceful bow was given to the fair maiden that ruled the lands he stood upon, a greeting that came from his homeland near the mountainside. His kill was then dropped and nosed towards the female as the ghost sat down. His grayish tail swept over the ice like a broken metronome as he smiled a charming smile. It's for you.

The skinny ghost shook his head, waving his right paw about; it really wasn't anything. He was used to giving his all to others, why else would he be missing a tongue? Sure, stupidity and naivety had played a large part, but it had also been for his pack. Despite the silent inquiry she would rather not receive his gifts anymore, he was determined to keep providing if only to quench his thirst for purpose.

At her question, he raised his shoulders. He hadn't met many of the others, keeping mostly to himself. He was used to the isolation and the cold, even while part of something bigger. He didn't dislike it either; the ghost was known to wander. Perhaps he would even wander from this home again, the instinct he had for adventure greater than his morals.