Silver Creek two-toed sloths cannot shiver to stay warm

His head, and thus his gaze, was drawn around to the sound of laughter, and he beheld a packmate he had not yet me; a slender female with a ginger coat and copper eyes. She scarcely looked older than a yearling. Rexxar spun around to face her, smiling with his ears splayed side ways. "You saw that, eh?" For a brief moment, disappointment alighted on his face, wrinkling his forehead and downturning his mouth. "I had hoped to catch something for Saena's pups," he lamented. He had not yet met her children, but he was determined not to do so empty-pawed.

"Oh well," he said, rolling his shoulders and resuming an open and easy going expression. Sulking did not catch prey. "I guess I'll have to try again. The name's Rexxar."