Dawnlark Plains I'll see what tomorrow brings

@Zola

The snow reminded him of home, though the chill in his bones was not quite as deep, nor as bitter. A fine layer had settled over his coat as he strode over the plains, dusting him in the pallid color that he had been born as. Over time, his fur had taken on the gold and cream colors they sported now, giving him something of a unique look when compared to some of the other northern-bred wolves. Even his sister sported something different than the norm.

A rough shake of his coat freed his mantle of the veil of white, removing the thin disguise from himself temporarily. The stareater was on a mission this day, hunting the lichen that would grow on rocks even in this cold. He was unsure that any would exist this far south but it was worth a look at least.

Peripherally, he was aware of another wolf nearby as he mounted a hill to check a boulder and the rocks littered around him that sat at its crest. One ear turned in the other's direction, Stjornuati turned a smaller stone over with his paw, frowning when he did not find what he was looking for.