Blacktail Deer Plateau If you can't convince them, confuse them

He'd dropped in the ranks, his slight absence clearing having been noticed, though he didn't mind all that much. Since then, he'd been working as hard as he used to, completing his duties to the best of his ability again. He was slightly ashamed of himself for not doing that before, but he was back on track again now. The yearling hadn't seen his father, Sylvas, much recently, but he'd catch up again with him soon. Kieran, for now, was taking a small break to go to the river and get a drink. He refused to use the snow as a water source, his mind continuously trailing back to his mother's death. He just... didn't... couldn't trust those odd white flakes that hardened in groups. No. 

The hunter approached the cold water with a small smile on his face, dispite his discomfort of Winter. Even if it was the season of his birth, he did not like it one bit. He was trying to remain positive, as he always did, for what good was there in being miserable? It only made those around you miserable, too, and that was something he wished strongly against. His ginger paws moved across the ground swiftly, carrying him to the water, where he slowed as a figure came into view. He perked his ears forward as he could not find any familiarity in their form. A new member? Or perhaps one that he'd simply just not met before?

He came closer, slowly, but did not yet bark a greeting. He watched, smile growing slightly as he stood from a small distance - the wolfess was shuffling on her back through the snow. After a moment he couldn't help it, letting out a boyish giggle. Then he barked his greeting, beaming.