Sheepeater Cliff Free

another burst of snow sent him scattering back to the mountains for cover, the warmth of the springs only doing so much in its exposed position. he knew the cliffs as being familiar — where he'd been warded off by another wolf some months ago. perhaps he'd be forgiven during the whiteout they were experiencing.

he wasn't the only one out here, though he was surprised by the other's identity as their form became clearer as he approached. lil' baby, he said nonchalantly, striding towards the small hershey's kiss™ looking creature, eyes wide. did small wolves wander so far from their...uh...nests? he didn't rightly know. he walked towards them cautiously, squinting through the whiteness around them. he.....henlo?