Never had he experienced such cold weather in his life. The feeling of snow crunching underneath of him made Ra grimace with disgust. How did other wolves stand this stuff? To make matters worse, the huge fissures in the ground were preventing their group from returning home. Would this ever end for this world? Already he was missing the duties he carried around the palace, guarding and protecting the divine royalty with all his being. Ra's time with the little wolf Sitamun had already been forgotten as well, sexual desires quickly becoming less of a priority then his own duties.

So when he was to set out on a patrol on the outskirts of the druids' homeland, there was at least a small sense of peace settling within him. The quiet after the snow storm settled him somewhat in his skin, the only sound of the snow underfoot accompanying him. The only thing that would have made it better, would be to see the stars smiling down upon the golden wolf as if welcoming him back home. Now that would have been a treat.