Overture Downs if i go there's just no telling how far i'll go

hello hello!

Sriracha had been nothing if not busy. They were well placed in terms of food, but the grove was sorely lacking in shelter. There were a few dens from the grove's previous inhabitants, and by now their stale scent had been chased out and replaced with those of Tortuga's members. Currently they had more dens than they could fill, but Sriracha had spent time digging out more. If they were to gain too many members over winter, the ground would be frozen and there would be nowhere for new members to shelter. But for now this was not a problem. Again their numbers had grown woefully thin, and it was his insecurity and fears that sent him wandering far afield.

He pressed south to the downs, once lush and green, now blanketed in snow. Over and around hills he wound, picking his careful way over frigid streams until at last he came upon another figure in the snow. The wolf was bright as fall leaves, her coat a violent red in the white world. Hola! he called, voice loud in winter's silence.