Willow Ridge heavy stones fear no weather

Late Night, Extreme Cold Warning -37f | -38c, Clear and Starry Skies
RE: Moore, it's the middle of the night and you're too cold to fall asleep.
AW RE for the Willows Wolves but special mention to @Scully , @Queenie, @Avella!

What had been turning into home sweet home had never felt so… cold. The frigid nip in the night air bit against Moores’ skin; even with all of his bulk and extremely thick fur, the cold latched on, made him feel derelict and rickety. If he was cold, he couldn’t imagine how the rest of the pack was holding out. With a quiet grunt and huff, he shifted once more, attempting to tuck his paws underneath himself and cover his nose, only to find the crescent-esque position uncomfortable.

Sick of the constant shifting, that he silently hoped hadn’t woken his packmates, he finally rose to his paws. With a frown, the bulky man wondered if he could shift the snow and make a sort of nest out of it, something to at least insulate him a little. After a glance around, Moore began pawing at the ground and shifting snow with his nose, forming a rather small-looking snow nest. Well, that certainly wouldn’t do. That thing probably wouldn’t even fit a ‘yote…

With a defeated and resigned sigh, Moore sank back down to the ground, attempting to find a comfortable and warm position again. Pumpkin eyes peered around; if he was cold, certainly the others might be as well, but the thought of potentially waking anyone rubbed him the wrong way. If only because he knew he’d be cranky if someone woke him in the middle of the night.

(This post was last modified: Feb 28, 2022, 05:30 PM by Moore.)

Scully too was chilled bone-deep. Usually, he would slumber sandwiched between @Avella and Hagar, but they had yet to return and so he shivered and chattered and tossed and turned. Finally, he pushed himself onto his feet and looked around him to see Moore's vivid eyes peering back at him. Scully's tail immediately set to wagging.

How perfect.

He trotted over casually, stopping just short of plopping right on down beside the other wolf.

"I'm fuckin' freezin'. Wanna save a life?"

Avella didn't know when it had gotten so cold. The weather during the trip hadn't been too bad but as the sun went down the temperature dropped. All she could think about after that was getting back home to her brother and the others. As much as she hadn't liked pushing on feeling a rest was needed she had done it. They hadn't been too far so she'd kept them going into the night.

For that reason it was late when they finally reached the willows. She was glad to be home. Looking around as she made her way through the territory everything seemed in order but she didn't stop.

It didn't take long to find Scully and Moore, they were a sight for sore eyes for sure.

Hagar was tired, but did not complain. Nocturnal in nature, his internal alarm clock had started to ring once the sun disappeared, and now he had his second wind. It was enough that when he caught sight of the ridge that supported their pack's den, his pace picked up into an excited jog. He had missed the others, both as individuals and for the comfort they provided when all gathered as wolves should be. A scout he certainly was not.

He looked back to Avella, making sure he did not rudely leave her behind, and fell alongside with her pace once again. It wasn't until they reached the mouth of the den and Hagar caught sight of Moore and Scully, awake, that he felt another wave of excitement. Whining happily, his tail whipped audibly back and forth through the air while remaining respectfully a step behind his alpha even as he wanted to rush ahead and greet both of his friends.