He wished to learn more of the wolves who he now had the supposed honor of calling pack mates. He hadn't been here long but he had already spent copious amounts of time with @Craw, Wraith and that dark female. Her name was something he hadn't bothered to remember well, even if he should have. Perhaps once he could get a solid sleeping pattern he'd start putting more effort into things.
The poet had crept from the den that night. It was far too cramped for his liking but he had to fit in and hold up the grand appearance he knew he had. He had taken note of how many pale colored wolves there were here. All females (except for himself of course). Two missing most or part of their ear. He pondered if perhaps Craw was making a collection of them. But there was also equally dark coated wolves. It was hard to tell what had and was going on in this awkward group.
As his pale form sat on one of the many edges of the monadnock he looked out. While there were obvious reasons why this was a good place to settle he couldn't shake the strange feeling he got knowing a man who had fallen from a cliff had agreed to stay up so high. No matter what the reason was it didn't make sense. The stars comforted his troubled mind tonight, though. They shined so bright that he was rather amazed. He didn't outwardly show it but the way that they gleamed and covered the sky made him get that warm happy feeling. Perhaps it was a reminder of when things were still okay. Not that everything was wrong right now. In fact, things were going rather well for him. But things had been better, he had had better. It just meant when he got what he wanted the reward would be that much greater.
Yet a cool breeze distracted him from his silent plotting. The chill almost felt unusual. He knew he could still consider himself in the northern area but the coldness made him think of way back north. He wondered how cold it might be for someone who didn't hold as lush of a pelt as his own.