Fox's Glade des pas sur la neige

Snow storm. Of course. On a fucking glacier. Cyclone was not surprised in the least, and it seemed she had gotten out at just the right time. Why fuckin' Takiyok insisted on living there was beyond the Blackthorn's comprehension. And now her whole pack had suffered. It was a lovely kind of schadenfreude, and she felt her lips twitch ever-so-slightly. Served the white bitch right for denying her a chance at leading them to success.

It seemed Tahani was not in the mood to let the lurking stranger pass by without questioning, and Cyclone's ears drew back against her head as the white wolf called out to him. Since Tahani had called him over, Cyclone let her steer the conversation wherever she wanted.