Ouroboros Spine lambent, flashing, red and white.

Harlyn noticed the change in his tone, and a smile frown slipped across her muzzle in response. Apparently, this pack was not as far along in their preparations for Winter as was ideal. For a moment, she found herself infected by his worry. She brushed it off quickly though as he offered another smile, shaking her head with a soft laugh.

"Well, that's one plan," the Cinderloch replied with an enthusiastic grin and a nudge to his shoulder. She turned away again, this time to scope out a good spot upon the terrain. "Or! There's no day like today to get a move on." She paused her gaze on a spot to the East where the woods seemed somewhat darker than the rest. She often came across prey within deep forests. "What about over there, that wood beyond the lake? That looks like it pays out pretty often," she commented.