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Mikael was almost asleep in the midday sun, warm and nicely juxtaposed against the coldness of the snowbank he was laying in. He was loathe to move but he could hear movements nearby and he could smell the scent of his alpha nearby, as well as the lingering scent of venison on the air.

He struggled sleepily to his feet, moving sluggishly and plopped down nearby to where his alpha lay in a snowbank. He rolled to warm his muscles slightly, before bending his head in respect to the male. "Yo. Looks like your hunt went well."