Unbeknownst to Claw, unlike the rest of the Lore which seemed to be set ablaze metaphorically with the impending change of the seasons, things were rather peaceful amongst the band of wolves that called the Split home. At least for the most part if you factored out the old man having itchy paws and going out on more adventures than usual since his lover bid the group a temporary adieu. The thought caused a smug sneer to temporarily cross the boy's features. Yet another tool to add to his arsenal for picking on the older man. Nothing more, nothing less. Who one curled up with at night held little to no interest for the young teen.
Salmon tongue split once closed jaws that had been contently nestled atop outstretched paws moments ago, rolling out like a red carpet before an obnoxious yawn bellowed forth. Despite the snow that still controlled most of the ground, some patches of fresh green grass were beginning to fight for their right to enjoy what sunlight became more frequent through the broken cloud cover. Claw included when his makeshift duties could be considered complete. There was only so much cache filling a young teen could handle.
Currently the marbled teen had found himself caving into the wanderlust itch his paws held, seeking solace beneath the wispy boughs of the willows he often played amongst as a pup whenever the lagoon didn't lure him in first. It was amongst these smooth barked trees that a more recent scent trail of @Clouse had piqued his interest briefly, said curiosity though soon faltering and giving way to boredom once more as the trail eventually reached a dead end. A gentle groan rumbled within the depths of his chest as he shifted about, twisting in order to roll onto his back and allow his paws to fall against his chest while the emerald hue of his gaze fixated on the rolling clouds above, blinking whenever a rogue ray of sunlight managed to pierce the thin canopy shielding him.
"What shapes can I find today?"