Icicle strolled idly along the field’s eastern borders, his pick gaze drifting out toward the barren trees, thick piles of snow heaped between the rough back covered trunks. The sky, a dull grey, flakes of even greyer clouds covering the vast canvas. He was gonna have to do this at some point, the pack wouldn’t function well if he continued to stay aloof from the others, especially the females. Icicle knew he’d have to hunt with Jessie and Adelayde at some point, and then there was Percy, if Icicle wanted to try and help the next generation to see a woolf beyond their looks, well he was doing a great job of it by barley seeing the pup. A soft sigh escaped as icicle realized something, he was starting to long for Askan’s ability to just speak his mind and get along with people.

The hell? Icicle blinked, was he truly getting desperate enough to become more social that he was wishing for the ability to make blunt and tactless comments like the pack’s male second? Shaking his head to clear it of the odd thoughts, he realized he'd just have to expose himself some to others and hope it didn’t bite him in the ass mercilessly like it had the last time. He raised his muzzled toward the sky, setting out a lone call for Percy before settling down below one of the barren trees and waiting.