Feral nodded. Wandering in his bored thoughts, he looked up to the sky. It'll snow soon... he thought, And I'm in a pack now. He smiled to himself, remembering the memories of Lupa and him rolling in the snow. They were so excited the first time they saw it. Just a thin carpet of white on the floor in the late spring. They were still vulnerable then, and all they did was crawl in it for a few moments. It was different from anything else, and Feral eventually loved snow. Most wolves didn't like it - food would become scarce and travelling hard for those with small paws. However, he would enjoy rolling, jumping, and leaping in the pure white stuff. He was different. The brute was extremely dark in colour, and the only way you could probably see him a lighter shade was if he had been in snow, or if it fell on him overnight. Feral just loved it...








