Robert somehow had fallen asleep in the caves, and finally, he padded out, shuddering of the cold. However, he was used to the weather not being lovely to him. And he was too lazy to dig himself a den. The mud-splattered white wolf sat down, a little hope in his heart that Autumn had forgot about him. But he didn't care too much - if she did, he would just curl up and not let her closer. If he wouldn't do that in time, well... it was not the first time he would be beaten. He yawned, then tried to scent something edible, his tummy was rumbling from yesterday.



