Heron Lake Plateau Oh the Weather Outside is Frightful

There was only so much of the world that Quixote knew about how to explain.  He'd try, sure, but the finesse about why things existed were better explained by someone other than him.  Someone who maybe had a better understanding as to why but he wasn't sure if there was anyone in the pack who would be the best one to ask.  Maybe Raven would have a good explanation that would settle Owen's nerves about the whole thing.  Or not.  Either way, since they were headed that way they'd find out soon enough.

It's not like the snow totally traps them.  It just slows them a little, especially if it's soft since their small hooves just sink right in.  We've got paws that are big enough that it doesn't happen as much.  But yeah, we'll hunt them in the winter and it'll be fine.  You'll probably get to eat them more as the season goes on -- the birds that are left probably won't stick around.  Then maybe they could start acting more like a pack -- having everyone just picking off the odd bird was kind of frustrating in that they didn't have the big feasts that they would have if they picked off a caribou or something.