Fox's Glade and i'm backsliding

apologies for the comfusion on the weather! I dont look at the widget a lot and was a bit confused on there before a blizzard in spring! Bawhaha, please disregard my earlier post on clay sunning!

Clay sees the figure upon his perch, and with a lifted brow he watches them through a hazy gaze. It's quite hard to see them, but the coloration of their black coat against the white snow luckily aided the prince I identifying them.

Perhaps any other Easthollian would run towards them with aggression for being so close to the border, to run them off. But Clay, honestly couldn't help but be tired at the idea and let out a groan as he uncurled from his neatly tucked ball. A good amount of snow had accumulated on the lad, and giving a hefty shake he was quick to toss it off before slowly making his way towards the wolf.

"Hey!" he called, nearing closer and shaking his head against the windy snow. "You've come across Easthollow borders, what is your business here?"