So far, it had been a lovely, though lonely morning that had transcended into the afternoon. There were a few puffy clouds in the sky, and a nice chill breeze in the air, making Arvid wonder if there was going to be a light snowfall. Hunting in the snow had always been his favorite, for some reason - it always gave the prey an added flavor, but the pack wasn’t quite big enough to hunt anything. On the plus side of things, they weren’t big enough to need to hunt anything that large, anyway -

He was eyeballing the skies, pondering about the snow, when he heard his sister’s calls. He slowly stood and howled, moving out into her general direction. Good afternoon, Wardruna..

Did she have something to tell him? His eyes lingered carefully to the darker, older canine following behind his sister.

..and friend? Arvid tilted his head, citrus eyes lingering over him.