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Why had he gone north?
Reyes questioned himself for the umpteenth time, ears flat against his skull as he trudged through snow up to his chest. Hell, he couldn’t do anything more than walk with the snow coming down like this, but what was he supposed to do? Turn around and go back? Go back to what? An empty den on the stone cold side of the equally empty mountain? Or he could keep going further south…or try, at any rate. With the snow this thick, the man had to wonder how far he’d have to go to get out of the mess, and if he even could without dropping dead from starvation first.
As if his stomach was reading his mind, it piped up just then, growling softly to remind the loner that he hadn’t done himself the favor of filling it prior to fumbling north of the mountain’s side and further then, beyond the forest. His ears pressed further against his fluffy crown as he grumbled under his breath, echoing the noise his gut had made. “Happy freakin’ Solstice, Reyes,” he snarled under his breath, breaking through the snow with another hard push. The travel got no easier, but at least he wasn’t stuck.
As he glanced upwards, studying the horizon, a figure seemed to appear just clear of horizon. Another joined it, and two more after that. Reyes squinted, head lowering until it was just above the field of snow. His chin skimmed the powder there, though it did little to actually clear his vision in the blowing drifts. The first shadowy animal lifted its head, and that was when he noticed the antlers. Antlers? Elk? Definitely not a moose, the racks weren’t big enough. But elk – or maybe reindeer.
His stomach growled again, and Reyes cursed to himself. What the hell was he supposed by himself against an entire herd of reindeer? It wasn’t like the group was going to turn against him (probably), but he could hardly distract them, separate one ungulate from the group, and then ambush it and bring it down all on his own. The wolf gave a frustrated sigh – and trudged onwards. His pace picked up, something of an awkward, shuffling trot instead of the slow slogging he’d been at a moment before, but it still seemed to take forever before he finally got close enough to scent the beasts. Unfortunately, the wind was not with him, and he was not the only one who caught a whiff. The reindeer took off, and Reyes bolted off them awkwardly, bounding through the snow, catching up, he was catching up, and—
And he was falling!?
The wolf landed with a disgruntled yelp, a tangle of limbs in a crater of snow. The drift had built upon the tops of dead grass; with nothing solid beneath them, they gave way beneath his weight within an instant. His dinner had long since escaped. This was worse than finding the yellow snow. Is this what naughty wolves get? He was so angry, he could have spit.
“Hey!” he barked, unable to see over the top of the pocket. “Anyone out there?”