Blacktail Deer Plateau breathe deep

She took a seat beside him, watching the frost slowy move and gleam in the sun as it melted off his coat. A beautiful thing to watch. In spring sights like this would be a sign of new life, but not it was a sign of everything about to do dorment. "I've been doing a good job at keeping warm I would say." she replied with a smile.

He then asked how everyone was in the den. Everyone had been toasty and warm in the den, but Grayday hadn't. The frost on his pelt was evidence of his lack of shelter during these times. "Well almost everyone..." she said with a playful smirk on her face. "You could always join us. You wouldn't have to wake up to frost on your pelt anymore."

She felt bad sometimes knowing that her and the pups could be warm while he was left out in the cold. Their pelts were built for the cold, but warmth was definatly more comfortable. With how much time she was spending with the pups she felt as though she had a little spot within their family.