Neverwinter Forest Baby eat this chicken slow, it's full of all them little bones

@Mal

He shuddered when he awoke, only to find that his breath hung on the air as a small cloud of mist before it disappeared. Again and again he breathed life to these small clouds as he made his way toward the borders, having decided he might do a small patrol before finding something to eat. The best thing that he could do would be to get himself moving, and warm himself up while the sun slowly climbed its way higher into the horizon. 

He'd not travelled as much as he normally would since joining the pack, but he'd caught wind of the fact that there were wolves in the wilds not far away who were picking on loners- or so the rumours went, anyway. He'd not drawn himself terribly close to his packmates, but had made some use of his time in stocking the caches with whatever small prey he was able to catch. He'd led a fairly quiet existence, but considering the injuries he'd sustained shortly after joining the pack, it hadn't been the worst idea to choose to settle somewhere.