Blacktail Deer Plateau They didn't know it when they turned me loose

The snowflakes were almost too small to be considered snowflakes, yet his head turned upward to the sky for a moment, retreating back down to glance at Dawn as one fell into his eye. He blinked, unamused, even at himself. He still strongly disliked snow. That one image... of his mother, lying still in the mound of snow, reappeared every time. He couldn't seem to shake it off.

Kieran nodded slightly at the huntress' words, "Let's head that way, then." He replied, tail trailing out behind him as he began to walk, head lowering to the ground every so often to see if he could pick up any trace of prey amongst the cold snow.