❄ Frostfall ❄Male Husky mix ∞ 24 moons ∞ SkyPack Warrior━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
Frostfall woke to the sounds of his Packmates talking outside. He lay there a few moments, not wanting to get up yet, then rose, stretching and yawning. Upon poking his head out, he could see several dogs conversing and milling about. As he sniffed the air, he thought he could detect an unfamiliar scent. He had heard about a RiverPack dog coming into camp, though he hadn't seen her. She was already in a den when he returned, carrying two small birds for the prey pile. His stomach gnawed at him as he thought about food. He glanced over at the prey pile, trying to decide whether to eat or hunt first. With prey scarce, he itched to add something to the small cache of food.
The young dog sat down, taking in the goings-on of the camp. Two of the apprentices were conversing. He wasn't paying much attention, though at one point they seemed to ramble about cloud shapes. He looked up at the sky with furrowed brows, finding it somewhat ridiculous. There was a commotion from the medicine den, and heard one voice he couldn't recognize. Perhaps the apprentice. Frostfall supposed he might catch sight of the dog later. He wasn't overly concerned with it now.
With a sigh, he rose and headed to the fresh-kill pile. He ought to eat something before leaving, he decided. Frostfall was impatient to start the day, but forced himself not to hasten out of camp without a word or a glance. He could get so much more accomplished, he thought sarcastically, if he didn't have to eat or sleep.
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