The morning was frigid, cold enough that in the cusp of the rising sun Sumayl could see his warm breath snake out from betwixt his lips in writing plumes of white steam. Still, the nipping cold did not keep Sumayl from his daily routines, though the idea of curling back up in his den did sound awfully inviting, though he resisted the allure. It wasn't like he had anyone to curl up to and so it was definitely more easy to resist. He had things to do, anyway, and lazing about in the cozy confines of his den wasn't at the top of the list. It was only after feeding himself that he set upon checking the food caches, mentally cataloging which ones needed more and which ones seemed, for the moment, to be okay. Giving that it was colder, Sumayl was hesitant to venture out as far as he had been before, unless he had a companion, such as Vienna. Even so, he did not want to run the risk of getting caught out of the territory by some monstrous snow storm or something. Instead, the Ostrega settled for tracking herds closer to home, keeping a keen eye on their movements hoping that they did not wander too far away from where he was, currently, willing to venture on his lonesome.
The caches weren't wanting for large amounts of meat, which was a good thing because these were the months with which Sumayl knew they would be hit hard, especially when circumstances gave cause for the wolves of the Sunspire to stay within the confines of their home. Or at least, it would give cause to Sumayl, though he would not obey a direct order given to him from the Alphess, though he was surprised given the highly ran tension between Jace and himself that Sumayl hadn't been kicked out. He was waiting for the day, never mind how morbid that sounded; for there was no doubt in the Ostrega's mind that Jace had warned Amekaze about him, given his tendency for insubordination and criticism when it came to Jace, who unfortunately for Sumayl was the Beta. Whatever. Jace could tattle on Sumayl all he wanted, and if it ended in Sumayl's ass in the snow, homeless then it wasn't like it was the end of the world. Sumayl had long ago accepted the fact that he wasn't valuable to these packs, that he was like a piece of clockwork that when broken could easily be replaced, it was how Sumayl thought the world worked, simply put, despite his penchant for extreme narcissism. Narcissism didn't always equal ignorance, and if there was one thing that Sumayl liked to think it was that he wasn't as ignorant as his arrogance sometimes made him seem.
After deducing that the caches weren't overly pressing, he instead turned his attention to the borders, figuring it wouldn't hurt to get a patrol in before the afternoon.