Blackfeather Woods winter has come

The world had changed, but oddly enough, Clavicus was not so perturbed. The weather had dropped and shortly thereafter, he was uprooted from the happy little den he'd thought literally was the entire world. It was startling and overwhelming, but the spiderling was.. okay with that. He liked the cold. He liked the way it tingled his spine and curled his toes. Plus, his mother was carrying him around now like the prince he was. How could a spoiled little boy complain?

When they arrived, the platinum boy allowed himself to be herded against his siblings. He gazed at the wolves that had gathered with still bleery, untrained eyes. Their scents were fairly familiar if their forms were not, so he did not mind being surrounded by them all. The adults began to speak, but Clavicus ignored them for the most part. Instead, his eyes zeroed in on his brother's upright ears, a wild gleam flickering though he stayed still for the moment.