The days were growing shorter and the winds were growing more bitter. The leaves had changed their colors and many of them were beginning to lose their leaves. Winter was fast approaching and try as he might, Serach could not help but feel on edge about it. His last winter had been incredibly brutal, and with his limited experience, he could only expect that this year would be just as bad. The light layer of frost on the ground was not enough to make him cold, but the youth shivered anyway at the thought of snow drifts taller than @Triell. It wouldn't be long now.
Despite his fear about the oncoming winter, the boy had not allowed himself to sit idly by while the days grew colder. He had taken to making nightly rounds around the pack's territory, stopping to investigate every cache that he knew of to ensure that they were still safe. He had discovered a cache near the pack's borders not too long ago that had been ravaged. The intruders had been wolves, that time, but now Serach was on the alert for foxes. He had seen a pair of them lurking near the western part of the pack's territory and more than once during his nightly rounds he had discovered their scents near the pack's food storage. As of yet, they hadn't been bold enough to scavenged from the wolf pack, but that was bound to change sooner rather than later.
His muzzle to the ground, the young wolf inhaled deeply at the base of a partly bare oak tree. Lips curling in distaste, he lifted his head to look around. The foxes weren't in sight, but they had been here recently.
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