Hudson sat and chewed on the femur he’d managed to rip off of their kill. He’d stripped it pretty well and was now using it to sharpen his teeth and hopefully break it open to reach the sweet marrow inside. His paws flipped it this way and that as he worked at it, his hip pressed up against the side of Sága to share warmth against bitter cold. The sounds of other wolves crunching on cartilage, bones and other meats filled the air, their bellies filling and their frames becoming heavier as they gorged themselves. This kill would satiate them easily until probably the end of the next week, then they’d have to kill again. It would probably be a good idea for them to follow the herds until the spring then span out their search for their families once more. His silver gaze flitted from one wolf to the next, his tongue running over his bloodied maw. “What’re your plans from now on,” he asked abruptly, his attention clearly focused on Aubine, Adelard and Rhaegara.

Sága sat quietly next to him, choosing not to respond likely because they were already traveling together. She seemed to just sit and listen to what the others were saying, which he admired. Rhaegara was the first to speak up, stating that her plans for her and Adelard were to keep traveling, which he figured would be the case. Still, he wondered if the thought of the travel difficulties and scarcity of food had crossed her mind as well. As he pondered, Adelard spoke up, his word choice and the way he looked at his sister telling him that she was going to be going with Rhaegara and her brother. What would his pale friend think about that? But, he didn’t really have a right to question it. He hadn’t been there to hear what they’d spoken about in their little group huddle away from the rest of them not too long before. Maybe that had been what they’d been conversing over, seeing as they were siblings reunited at last.

”Sága and I are lookin’ for our families but winter makes extensive traveling difficult, so we’ve decided to follow th’ herds until spring breaks then spread out more,” he stated, getting their plans out of the way first. ”As long as she agrees, I wouldn’t say no to ya’ll sticking around. The more able bodies the better we eat and I, for one, get pretty fuckin’ tired of hunger pains. I ain’t gonna pretend we’ll be this big happy bunch, I don’t know any of you and you don’t know me. But, if you hang around I’ll help at least make sure you don’t get mauled by a pissed off bear. You scratch my back I’ll scratch yours.” He was never one to mince words, he said things how he saw them and if they took offense...well they could scoot right out. There was nothing ridiculous in what he was offering, he didn’t want them to sit around and sing kumbaya. After spring hit if they wanted to do their own thing, that was a-okay with him.