The women would find their patient at his usual spot by the lake. This day the boy enjoyed an afternoon nap beneath a blanket of snow. His body coiled like a snake's, Caan's white tipped tail covered his nose as he dozed lightly.

The muted sound of distant voices drew his attention. This in itself was not unusual. Often did voices break into the air as the Sun Clan prepared their hunts. Caan's eyes cracked open, blinking in the harsh light that reflected off the winter snow. Groggily, his head lifted as he attuned to the waking world, a forepaw lifting to rub away the sleep that clung to his eyes. He could not make out the nature of the conversation that was underway, it was simply too far away, but the ground did not rumble with the surge of caribou hoof, so no hunt was immediately underway.

In that case, the teenager gave himself some leeway. There wasn't much to do in the winter aside from sleep in, anyway. The water would kill anyone who attempted to swim for leisure this time of year, and Caan was not a wolf that could be said to have many friends. Sure, he had his sister, but they were still learning each other. Nutu visited him less and less, she had to keep hold on Aivar's leash after all. Finally, his father was Chieftain. Cen simply did not have the time to spare to spend time idling away with his son.

So Caan simply rest his head against the snow, letting his eyes flutter close once more.