a very merry twisted Valentine!

Awesome title, haha

Like Spectra, Atreyu too, was growing tired of winter. The snow that lightly dusted the forest floor got caught between his toes and jabbed his sensitive paw pads. Frowning, the yearling paused in his wanderings to lift a paw and nibble at the ice there, turning it over and licking it afterwards to warm it up again. He wasn't made for winter. His plush, arctic coat said otherwise but he knew he would take clear blue skies and the shining sun over the chilly, dull climate of winter any day.

Shaking out his coat and huffing in annoyance, the boy continued his trek into the trees that bordered the territory, perhaps to find some cozy den to hole up in for the rest of the day. His search was short-lived, though, as he came across a dark-furred pack mate furiously digging at the ground. A horrible stench wafted his way and Atreyu snorted, pawing at his nose — though he still moved closer, curious as to what the girl was doing. "Jeez, I hope that wasn't you," he coughed in regards to the smell. Though he was quite sure the...interesting aroma was coming from the plants she was digging at.