He was bored, again. Storming around the main pack dens he had grown restless. Deacon's paws needed something to do. Somewhere to dig, somewhere to run, someone to bat and play with. Anything would be more amusing than walking in circles.
That's when it hit him. He hadn't seen his lovely brother Castiel in some time. Coming to a full hault from the circles he was walking he planted his rear in the ground with a thud. Putting his head up high into the sky he howled loudly. "CASTIEL!" It was uncommon he would use his brother's full name but he figured if he used his full name hat his brother might show quicker. Especially since it was howled out loudly for any and all of the Willow Ridge wolves to hear.
Waiting for his brother to show the young dark prince held his head up high basking in the final light of sun that managed to break through the mostly cloudy day. He was happy that the sun had shown it's face because he wasn't liking this sudden coldness that was making way across the land. In fact, it bothered him. Perhaps his mother, father, brothers (and sister), or pack mates might know why it was getting so cold. Or maybe it was just Deacon imagining it was too cold. Now wouldn't that be a thing to imagine. Chuckling to himself lightly he held a big smile on his face.