Greer wasn’t so sure he liked the snow anymore. The cold clung to his damp fur, chilling him down to his little bones as he trudged through the blanket that covered the Lore. A permanent grimace had found its way onto his maw, his cold, gray orbs narrowed as he desperately searched for the way back to the Ridge. It had been a stupid decision to venture so far away from pack territory in such awful weather conditions. He had been gone for too long… the thought made him cringe outwardly as he realized the scolding he was going to get from his parents upon his return.
The shadow prince wondered if his brothers missed him – he had never been much of a brother. He preferred to be out on his own, exploring without the company of his kin, and shunned them without reason. Greer adored his brothers – they were blood, after all – he just preferred to do things on his own. Would they resent him for that? His frown only deepened as he pushed forward, his long legs struggling to maneuver through the snow. He needed to get back home… back to the warmth of his family’s den… back to his family… A whine escaped him, a sound that was unfamiliar to the slender boy. For the first time, Greer was lonely – a strange feeling for the boy who preferred solitude.
Not only was he cold and lonely, but he was so hungry. The arrival of snow seemed to scare off most of the prey, leaving the willowy child desperate for a meal. Some days he was lucky to stumble upon the frozen body of a rabbit or deer; if he was real lucky, he would come across a live squirrel and successfully catch it. He could feel his body weaken as the days passed; he wasn’t sure how long he was going to make it. He needed to get home… he needed the warmth and comfort of his family. This adventure had ended days ago, and he was no longer enjoying his excursion away from home.