Firefly Glen frosty the snowman

He squinted, but not because of the light for once. No, he squinted as he cleared away a spot by his den, deep in thought. Grumbling under his breath to himself, he mused about the potential of a garden. The sun did not touch the herbs here much - he could clearly predict that for spring - so he would have to prepare accordingly. Holland could dig up plants from other ecosystems and bring them here to grow. He could do lots of things to preserve them and tend to them.

The important thing was to start prepping for spring. Winter was newly made in the Teekons, yet an old thing to the natives here. He was the new thing. New to the Glen, new to the Teekons... He knew only a handful of wolves so far. And Holland did not care if he knew more. Digging at the patch of snow, his head down and almost to the cold earth, he continued to mumble. His den was beside the patch that he was slowly clearing away. Convenience at its finest. It'd do for now until he could plant and harvest. The earth was bare but he did notice some sprouts and seeds.

Good.