Sun Mote Copse Sleeping well, no bad dreams

His fur, thick from his mixed heritage, shielded him from the worst of the cold, but wind had a tendency to cut through all that. He turned, his back to the wind, head turned to watch the southern wolf pull of out the log to the full breadth of the cold. Ja, I vas born zhere, One day of high winds was fine, but a whole winter? He couldn't even fathom what the north was like in winter; he made a point of never visiting then. It takes some gettink used to,

He tilted his head curiously. 'Kurvat'? I am afraid I do not know zhis term, There seemed be a whole slew of terms from a language he didn't know, didn't recognize. It was unlike even the most foreign and exotic tongues he had heard in his life.