Whitebark Stream put your ring back on honey-tits, you haven't had enough porridge this morning (mtr.)

with a semi-solid presence in permafrost hollows wintersbane takes a break from ceaseless recruitment in favor of exploring the territories of the taiga further, curious about what resources they had to offer the vartija; because without competition from any other packs in the region wintersbane had every intention of taking advantage of the resources provided by the neutral territories in the region. anything that would give the vartija an advantage — which would no doubt cause strife if any other pack decided to try to settle in the taiga ( oops ) — but until that became a situation wintersbane put it out of his mind. for now, the taiga belonged to them.

there is mild surprise when he comes across a familiar pale sylph ( identity tell-tale by her scent ) buried into the snow bank up to her shoulders with her bum in the air. if wintersbane would've been a gentleman he would've rushed forward with the intention to help her. instead, a loud laugh rips itself from deep within his chest. to say this wasn't a predicament he ever expected to find himself would absolutely be an understatement. if he'd thought aure was elegant and prim she appeared quite determined to prove him wrong. and here i thought you weren't a damsel in distress. he drawls, feeling the intense need to tease her. you want help there, princess? he asks, trying his best to mask the laughter in his baritone.