Broken Antler Fen she comes to bring your kings to their knees

Methuselah didn't bother to try replying as he followed after his young king. The tempeture was extremely bitter as he felt ice crunch under his paws and the wind bitting at his nose. It was still earlyhowever, the sun was still low in the sky. Maybe with time the tempeture would raise to a warmer degree. For now Methuselah stayed close to Jerrik as he sniffed through the air for a fresh rabbit trail. The memory of the nightmare started to fade as the feeling of comfort of his pack brother started to seep in.