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Weather: Partly cloudy, -11F/-24C
Word Count: 242
Tagg trotted back to the den area after a mildly successful hunt, still reeling over the week he’d had. Things had gone better than he ever could have dreamed. He still felt lighter than air, like if he didn’t pay attention to where his paws were he might just float away.
Flopping down outside the pack den, the scarred man began cleaning clumps of snow and ice from between his toes. This was his least favorite part about winter; he had to use his front teeth to pinch the balls of invasive frozen water and tug them out of his fur. He winced as the hair was tugged on, but the sensitive areas complained more about the cold than then momentary pain of cleaning them. Having the cold removed was an instant relief.
Tagg looked around, wondering what the rest of his packmates were doing today. He thought of Moon and considered going to find her, but he was sure whatever she was up to was important and his presence might just distract her. They had a habit of getting silly when it was just the two of them. He smiled as he thought of their conversation at the hot springs. He really ought to thank @Kajika for the advice he’d given; if he hadn’t offered it, the veteran might never have found the stomach to talk to his dark lady.
Still, he could enjoy the afternoon and the opportunity to nap.
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