Panther Park Cold.

The archer's paws treaded slowly through the snow as his cerulean gaze trailed up to peer at the conifers which towered him. The smell of pine was powerful here -- almost reminded him of home -- uncomfortably of home. It didn't only stink of pinecones and frost either, no, this place reeked of cat -- disgusting. Kaster wanted to get the hell out of this place as soon as possible.

Except this was a problem. Being new to the Teekons, Kast didn't have a clue in hell where he was going and it was starting to annoy the shit out of him. Not even a proper den in sight -- he might as well dig a hole in the snow and sleep there with the situation he was in now. If the archer didn't find a home soon before winter really started to hit, he was fucked.

Lost in his own thoughts and practically stomping through the snow in frustration,  the boy was far too distracted to notice the panther that lurked in the tree branches just ahead -- waiting for him to move in closer so they can make a desperate meal out of the brown lupine...