Duskfire Glacier I am 90% crap

In the end, he was still learning his role. He was sure his lack of enthusiasm had been witnessed by most in the last little while. Missing pack hunts, and avoiding packmates, and completing patrols in a solitary manor. Siarut could admit to himself that he felt guilty. He wasn’t nearly the person he had thought himself to be. Something he hoped he could change. But he wasn’t so sure.

With a deep sigh, Siarut began his morning patrol. The weather had started to cool their surroundings fasted than any other part of the Teekon Wilds. The clouds overhead spoke of snow coming soon, and the temperature barely pushed 10 degrees. Not that the brute minded. Alas this was a good way to see the new recruits and their ability to handle the season. His favorite season. Taking a deep breath of the crispy air, he continued on his path making sure the border was well scented.