He looked up from washing the fur around his face and saw Acornpaw padding over to him. He smiled and stopped his bath, standing up to greet her. He brushed his tail against her shoulder, then sat down again once she made herself comfortable.
"Good morning," he purred. "Did you sleep ok?"
He resumed washing himself, moving down to his shoulders and front legs. The cold weather bothered his scars, but he wasn't about to admit it. They ached with a dull pain, but he'd always been able to work through it.
She was already hunting by the time the sun came up. So far, she hadn't caught anything, and blamed it on the snow. The crunching sound the snow made scared most prey off, and she wasn't experienced enough to know how to solve the problem. She sighed and kept moving, head raised to the air to pick up scents. The snow absorbed any scents that were left on the ground.
