Spring was on its way. Though winter's hold had not yet loosened, so much time had passed since the snow first came that it just had to be. Plus, the excitement of the season to come ran through every wolf's blood signalling the reincarnation of warmth and plentiful food. Not to mention the promise of new life in a few months time that had creatures of all types searching for their partner. It was all enough to bring joy to the sullenest of wolves, even the fact that the famine would end. But the spirit of spring had not bothered to alight on the second ranking male of Cut Rock River.
Hati's face was screwed into a perpetual scowl as he sprawled across a flat rock on his back, staring towards the bleak white sky. The dark look in his golden eye was one of cold calculation, of an internal war. He felt useless. Like a leech more than a protector of his pack. Since becoming a member of Cut Rock River he had provided a few scraps of meat, made a friend or two, supported his superiors, and other than that had merely taken from them. He had no purpose, nothing to live for except for the dull act of living. But he had not been raised to be content with such an existence, and that was why he now found himself staring up at the cloudless heavens, searching for his own purpose.
Without words there was little he could do aside from the simplest of tasks such as hunting and fruitless scouting. There had to be something more, but what? Was he supposed to settle for a weakling's role? Hati just couldn't see himself remaining the way he was. He was supposed to make this pack stronger but as of yet he had accomplished little to that end.
With a burdened sigh, the scarred brute arose from his resting position and shook himself, sending flakes of snow that had clung to his body flying in every direction. They caught the sunlight and glowed, showering down around him like bright crystals. Hati huffed and leaped down from the rock, reaching down to the river and lapping up the freezing liquid. Once his thirst was quenched he lifted his head, clear droplets falling from his chin. The coldness had not left his eye.