((Okay, we're gonna say the snow is slowly going away and it's been about an hour since the meeting and the packs have been readying themselves.))
Vita looked up. "Ice Pack, are you ready?" She asked, her head held high. She heard a chorus of agreement howls and she began to run. "For Ice Pack, to the death!" the alphess exclaimed. The warm sand underpaw had been unearthed as it melted the snow away, leaving patches of white around the plain.
((WB))




















