Duskfire Glacier Down for the count

I'm going to backdate this one just a little bit, because i don't know how the thread with Tuwawi is going to end.

Artok had not been present long in the pack lands, he enjoyed them though. He had met a few, not many. He would like to meet more before the end of his time. He also wished to speak with Malachi a little more, perhaps soon enough he would.

With a soft snort he traipsed towards the borders and the woods. He had already bagged some birds a hare or two for the pack caches. He'd like to add more, winter was a harsh mistress and he was doing his best to keep her happy.

Gray and white paws ate up the ground as he walked. His mind going in a million different directions. All leading back to how was he going to thank them all.