Hoshor Plains Smackwater jack

In the summer this place would have been ideal for Dingo, and he'd have blended in well with the golden strands of wheat and whatever-else grew here; but in the moment, it was wet and cold and white, white, white. So he stood out garishly, and he did not like it at all. The expanse was easy to traverse and that appealed to his laziness, plus he could see the blotchy shapes of his fellow wolves coming and going pretty easily, but still... Why would anyone choose to live here? Better yet, why had he agreed to it?

Probably because Soleil was a cutie and he thought he could get somewhere with her. Yeah, that makes sense. Stupid, horny, greedy little shit that Dingo was - he felt so powerful for having charmed the proverbial pants off of her; now was the time to settle in and get ready for the long con.

Thus he was patrolling. Sort of. With about as much oomph as you'd anticipate from a summerland wolf stuck in the middle of nowhere during winter. Prowling after weird scents until the thickness of the snow diluted them away, or stalking after the intriguing path of a wandering girl or woman he might be able to prey upon -- but everyone was so busy here! He found himself on the trail of someone eventually and didn't look up as he sniffed and hiked, not until the burly shape of something large and earth-toned popped up in the whiteness — and he pinned his ears as a deep call rose up to rival the wind, booming across the plain.

Man, noisy neighbour much... Dingo grumbled as the summons died out, making his way towards them with cat-like "no no no snow is evil" prancing. When he was closer he barked out: Bit loud, ey? Who're you lookin' for? As if he could be of any use, freshly assimilated as he was.