Dragoncrest Cliffs i was born a dreamer

His jest only gets him a snort but she seems to like it anyway. It causes his tail to shake a few times behind him as he stretches out the stiffness in his joints. He’s young enough that he shouldn’t be having problems but the cold weather and lack of movement has settled in to give him trouble after lying around for long periods of time. He doesn’t have the borders to go check like he should but he doesn’t suspect many wolves will really be a problem and those that come to their borders won’t find anything but stale scents. Heda doesn’t seem too concerned about trespassers when they are all safe in the cavern, for now. When the weather changes, he suspects things will turn around.

“I don’t know,” he confesses after a moment. He hasn’t explored as much as he probably should have but he wonders how much the others really have covered themselves. They tend to keep in a smaller area where heat can be shared with everyone to ensure they didn’t lose any limbs or digits and worse. “I guess there’s only one way to find out,” he says with a gentle bump of his shoulders to hers as he began to walk side by side into the darkness. It is difficult to see but he can make out certain shapes that he’s able to avoid. Eventually, however, he feels himself constricted and he has to back up and stand behind the gona when the tunnel becomes smaller and forces them into a single file line.