He was lounging by the creek that morning. The cool breeze ruffling through thickening fur. Reginald was practically bred to be in the cold weather. He wondered - and slightly doubted - if it would get as cold here as it got back home. He missed the tall walls of snow and when the mountain lakes froze solid. It might have been a dangerous time for someone with mostly blurry vision like himself but he still loved it. Did they miss him back home? Don't get him wrong, he was very happy here at the Bend. Truly he hadn't seen himself sticking for very long but the wolves here were nice. Even the children seemed to not mind him much.

With a head full of thoughts, the Arctic male rose to his large paws not minding the cold water as he walked right through it. He should start patrols soon, or even attempt (likely rather poorly) to catch something.

"speech"