Northstar Vale Sinners to be saints

His nose twitched, the cold air tickling both his brain and his nostrils. He hated the winter more than he did being stuck in one place - and, surprise surprise, his two most hated things all came together for him to enjoy. If he died here, he would personally haunt every single wolf in this stupid yet beautiful vale. Then again, dying trapped did not seem like the Septhis' style. They were wanderers - they were mentally free for their entire life. But was that enough to satisfy him?

His brow furrowed when a dark, tall male approached and he froze in place. It was obvious this male was a higher ranking wolf, but respecting someone's personally space and meal was always a thing to keep in mind, right? Oh well, the other looked young. Then again, Rhys was young too, and he did not particularly enjoy being this close to a male that didn't obviously want his most prized possession in his ass.

He moved his head away, taking the rabbit with him and stepped away from the other respectively. Thanksss... He hissed around the body of the critter, not sure how to react yet keeping his posture slightly less bold than normally.