Broken Boulder daddy's ghost behind you,

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so much snow, framed by desolate land and dull grey skies. quiet and still. dolce trudged through the thick blankets with ease, long and strong limbs carrying him swiftly. he lumbered; the cold made him feel...lazy. uninterested. it brought aches and creaks into bones that'd bore too much. 

back south, he was acquainted with dry deserts, arid summers. only when night fell did cold grip the heartlands, but nothing quite like the winters in teekon. endless white for miles, only broken by cragged peaks or tree stripped bare. lonely, in what it made him feel. a loneliness he wasn't familiar with.

he hadn't come across a single soul out here. figured any pack would choose to settle somewhere less bleak and vast. very little prey, save for snow hares and voles. not nearly enough to satisfy the hunger of one wolf, let alone many. 

large and numb paws scale an outcrop, a raised hill enough for him to scan the horizon. nothing. but the frigid breeze carried a lone, melodic howl. it sounded nearly haunting. who else was out here, alone and cold? 

dolce moves forward, heavy steps bringing him in the direction of that lone song. perhaps he craved company, maybe an ally to roam with. the life of a lone wolf was not his—and he did not wish for it to stay that way. his head cranes back, lips parting as he responded with a deep howl of his own.