Bearclaw Valley the wake [m]

Uly blinks and shakes his body of the snow that’s found a home atop his pelt. He zoned out and didn’t even hardly notice the others presence until the sound the other makes awakens him from his sleepless, open-eyed slumber. His own eyes, twinned to the snow, look down to the coy wolf that now joins him.

“Yes.” Uly rumbles. “I agree.” 

He then takes a second to watch the coy. The snowflakes settling on the raven-black coat of his. They pepper his face and eyes, his torn ears, even land on the  lashes that surround a single copper eye. 

“I’m alright. Just wondering what you might have in store for me.” He slightly smiles to reassure the other, even though he’s sure Merrick needs nothing such.