Felltree Marsh pamiuktuuk

It had been a couple days since the Tundrian of duskfire had accepted his stay into the pack -- and his promise to work on behalf of the mouths that needed feeding, and the many more mouths that would be birthed from mothers soon. Pups were not new to the Archer's eyes -- aunt Noelle had given birth to many litters during Kaster’s stay, and aided her in taking care of them. She loved children -- that was for sure, and while much of his personality was picked up from the woman’s own, a love for children was not one of them.

They drove him absolutely fucking nuts. Let's hope he'll survive after the ones in the glacier were brought up.

He had departed from the frozen territory not too long ago to search for food and begin filling up the cache's, when he'd soon stumble upon a swamp like area -- a marsh more like it, with ground that gave in beneath his feet. The archer grimaced at the feeling beneath his legs and would've left if it weren't for a sloshing sound to reach his dark audits -- were there fish about?

Though it was not a fleshy, fined creature that caught his attention first, but the sight of a larger, pale furred male in the distance. He was disinterested at first and was about to turn away, but the scars from the distance he stood -- Kaster recognized them. No that, couldn't have been him.

"Hey, moche." Except Reinhardt couldn't help but find out for himself, because even the scent that fumed off of them was too farmiliar to be a coincidence. His eyes raised upon calmed, half-lidded blues, a mixture of recognition and slight amusement. "I would've thought the snowstorm killed you, yet it seems you still walk."