Redhawk Caldera and was so much delighted with it,

still come meet an asshat!

today had brought ice, and a lot of it. aaron had gone out to find food, since it was all he could do for the pack at this point, and was having a hell of a time doing it. he'd slipped right away when he left the cave, and despite growling menacingly at the layer of ice on the ground, it refused to submit. the world was not being fair to him. first, it renders him unable to form his own pack (since the winter was too damn cold and there weren't many wolves wandering). then, it forced him to join a pack and submit to a man who wasn't nearly as good at leading as he was. and now, of all things, it was making a fool of him. he couldn't even walk without losing footing and slamming his chin on the ground.

he was closer to the border by now, and found himself gliding across another smooth patch of ice. his feet shuffled beneath him as he struggled to find footing, teeth bared and eyes glaring directly at the icy ground. "damn you!" he bellowed at this slippery surface.