Sleepy Fox Hollow Können

The younger wolf bore Dusty's prodding without rancor, apparently content to put up with him, for the time being. That was sweet, he thought, except he'd sorta been looking for a bit of a dust-up. That was okay, though; there was always tomorrow!

"I suppose," he agreed, looking out at the snow in quiet admiration. "I've never seen snow like this before." He remembered that Emmerich probably hadn't either, since up until recently, he had not actually existed. It made him turn his gaze on his packmate with a similar appreciation as he had for the snow.

"You look miserable," he noted, still sounding quite chipper himself. "What's all that fluff for if it ain't good for snow?" the coywolf asked, making a snap for said fluff and then hopping back a few quick steps. His brushy tail wheeled in friendly challenge.