Moonspear look up to the sky and see

Revui was more agitated than usual when he woke up from a much needed nap and found his face still throbbing with pain. He was awakened at an odd hour by that pain, and remained awake until the dawnlight fell across the mountain. He got himself to his feet and paced, eventually descending through the alpine layer of the mountain until he came to the eastern foothills — the ones that tapered out to the lakeside of Lake Rodney should he continue, but he hit the invisible barrier that marked the end of the pack's claim and didn't go any further. During his race down the mountainside Revui didn't see many other wolves; he wondered if they were all asleep, or if someone was doing some early patrols as he intended.

He came upon a gully, a natural trench that cut its way through the woods, and it was full of snow. The boy wasn't in a playful mood but his face was hurting, and that prompted him to do something odd - he deviated from his intended plan of guarding the pack and dove face-first in to the snow. Now, Revui is a pretty beefy guy. He's long since hit his adult size and towers over most of his family. The snow was somehow deep enough to swallow him up after his graceless dive. When his nose popped up again, it was a solitary black mark surrounded by the cold white of the snow.

The boy's muzzle gaped open for a second and with a big chomp he gathered some of the snow and pine needles in to his mouth, like a life-sized Hungry Hungry Hippo. The cold wasn't the best feeling (in fact he got a pretty severe sense of brain freeze right after), but the snow set in to the hollow spot where his lost tooth once sat, and for a minute he didn't feel the pain.

Hey, whatever works buddy.

For the most part, life had been rather uneventful following the brief excursion to that maple wood pack in search of Alya. Upon their return, Lyra had spent most of her time restocking her caches and reacquainting with her family. Though when Charon had returned, bruised and batted from a recent journey, things became interesting once more. Yami had mysteriously disappeared, Hydra's boy-thing, Dirge, had returned, and a Blackfeather wolf had been caught lurking in the territory. She hadn't been there, but Hydra had told her everything and a certain kind of restlessness had befallen the healer — an uneasy feeling like she had to do something right now.

So she rose early and began to pace Moonspear's trails at a determined clip, though had no real direction in mind. She peeled away from the path only when she came across Revui's scent, following it into the woods that surrounded their mountain.

A confused frown crossed her face when she reached where the scent was strongest only to find he was not there, but the loud click of teeth drew her attention downwards into a trench of snow. There, a familiar grey muzzle poked out from its icy entrapment, sucking pine needles and snow alike into the void that was Revui's mouth. So this was what her little brother did when he was alone.

She stopped a few paces away and sat with her tail neatly wrapped around her paws, staring at the odd sight with a mildly amused expression. "I can see you, bud," she said plainly, mistaking Revui's antics as a poor attempt at stealth.

He dove back in to the snow a second time, or rather, withdrew in to it. When he popped out again, snow fell from atop his snout. His ears were pinned down by a particularly icy patch but as he slid out of the pile a bit, they popped up one after the other - in time to hear Lyra's sharp voice. The boy snorted a small puff of air from his nose, and it dissipated slowly overhead while he turned to look at her.

Each time he'd snapped at the snow had helped. At the same time, the snow melted on his tongue too quickly. His mouth had grown a bit numb in the process so when he finally willed up enough energy to speak, he couldn't quite get his tongue to work right. Toot hartsh, he tried to explain. When his own voice hit his ears (and sounded unlike what he intended) he gave another huff and pulled himself free of the snow.

Revui's silver coat was layered with ice and snow, and as he took a few steps, chunks fell from him and scattered against the ground. He ran his tongue over his lips, his snout, that gap where his tooth had been (feeling a spasm of sharp pain in his gums and nearly biting down on his own tongue) and tried to warm up the muscle. He snorted a bit of snow from his nostrils, and tried again to say: Tooth hurts, snow helps.