Gamble’s eyes gave a half-hearted perk. Out in the distance there seemed to be screaming. He jolted to life, hitting his head on the roof of the rock den, his maw revealing a sharp yelp. He shook his body, a wave rippling over his body as it began at his head and died at his tail. He quickly darted forward through the melting snow, trying to find out what happened. He arrived to a scene of four figures; Sheba, Tejon, Mezza, and a moose carcass. He looked around, confused, “Mezza what are you doing stealing from the feral territory?”