November 22nd, Partly cloudy -1F/-18C
Winter held them firmly in their grasp now whether they were prepared for it or not. Things had changed around the cover while Draven had been keeping to himself and spending all of his time out of territory. Namid no longer led and she herself was much more reserved, Moonshadow had returned and taken up the crown and the pups were practically adults now. Snow covered all the open areas and while the smaller puddles were frozen the lake just looked uninvitingly cold despite its liquid surface. The teen no longer had the excuse to be out looking for herbs all the time though he still spent as much time as possible in the infirmary, sorting and memorizing.
His mind often wandered to Neha before he could force himself to focus on his work, he knew he had pushed her too far away to go back to what they had. He had had her for a brief period of time, journeying to the Hollow whenever he could to see her but then he had just stopped. Draven had been so wrapped up in grieving the anniversary of his mother's death and the depression afterwards that he couldn't bring himself to interact with anyone. Too easily this became his silent routine, even when asked his only reassurance was that he was fine, everything was fine just busy preparing. The Lagina had never explained to her and now it would be much too late and even if it wasn't he didn't know the words to fix this.
Leaving the safety of the infirmary into the biting cold of the outside air Draven made his way down towards the lake for a drink. It would be only a brief break before he would return to where he had practically been living and he could get back to work. Depression may not have its claws in the dark teen anymore but the routine he had taken up had never broken, he had pushed everyone away and had too much pride to seek them out now.