Stone Circle Home.

I just couldn't wait for tomorrow! Welcome back!

The snow kep him inside. The cold was what kept him in. Yet he stayed at the entrance to his den, watching the snow slowly fall to the ground, to pile up in mounds of white and covering the ground in cold snow. He didn't feel like leaving though, running through the snow to leave prints. Pounce here and there like a puppy. 

Until a howl was heard. His ears perked up. At first, he believed it was a loner, and supposed Steady or Valette or someone else would deal with it. Had it not been for the gnawing feeling at the back of his mind, he would have left it at that. But there was something about it. Something he knew. So he stood up, ignoring the cold and went off with a sigh that could be seen in the cold air. 

He trudged on through the snow, his pelt slowly turning white from all the snow covering it. It was dark. It was becoming hard to see, except for the stars. The snow didn't help. And soon, he came to the border. At first, he saw nothing. So he turned to leave, and that's when he saw it. A shape in the snow. Had the caller gone down? Chaska started to worry. On a night like this, lying in the snow was a bad idea. But before approaching, he decided to call out to them.

"Hey! You alive over there?!" he yelled out, unaware of who it actually was.