Phoenix Maplewood Noahtakmiut

the call rises for him and wintersbane, not one to dawdle when his presence is requested; hurries up and finishes covering the food cache he'd disturbed. with winter creeping ever nearer he feels the increasing pressure to make sure they are as stocked as could be ...with the pruning of spoilt meat in mind. he tucks a few feathers from it's wings that he'd plucked to give to the cubs in the nearest tree's hollow before altering his course and heading in meerkat's direction.

his pace slows as he arrives; glacial gaze touching upon meerkat as he chuffs out a greeting before it zeroes in on the stranger; brow raised in the question that lingers unspoken but in the posture he assumes.