Horizon Ridge Somebody call the dweeb police!

His strength was flagging. Revolver was accustomed to travelling long distances through the cold, usually shouldering heavy loads and often at a faster pace than this. But his master had always had food. Good food. Lots of it.

What he would give for the heat of a fire right then. Half-cooked meat from the hand of his musher. His brothers and sisters all piled together, bellies full and minds empty.

He was drawn out of the fantasy by Jubilee's affection - something he readily accepted. The male was relieved that she was back to her sweet, loving self. Things were usually not quite right between them, but moments like this were enough.

"I bet," he replied, nostrils flaring. There's other wolves in there. What do you wanna do? Introduce ourselves or... hang around?"

The last words were said somewhat reluctantly; he still wasn't quite comfortable talking about their thieving habit.