Takes place 10/2 early morning
Winter was on its way, that much was certain. Every morning he woke up, it was growing clearer, and he had the same thoughts as he stretched and snuck out of wherever it was he'd chosen to sleep. He did spend a lot of nights curled up with @Moonshadow and probably would begin to do so more often as the temperatures dropped further. She was old enough now that he wanted to make sure she didn't get too cold.
Whatever a sleep schedule was, he was pretty sure he didn't have one any more. It was getting darker earlier, and the sun was rising later. His internal clock was still adjusting. Mostly he just rose when he thought he needed to and went to bed when he was tired, or his mother caught him. Today, he was up early. He wanted to head down further into the pass and scout for prey, maybe bring a couple of the others for a hunt. The cold would drive most of the prey further into the valleys, and food would be harder to find.
He knew there was a second lake somewhere down here, but he could never seem to find it when he was looking. As expected, he ended up in the Dragonveil Fold, which meant he'd gone the wrong way. He wandered toward the water, scanning ahead of him for any sign of movement. Frost was thick on the ground, and he was hoping to see footprints from prey. The water was still running, so maybe-
There was a faint crunch, and then Nash was ankle-deep in slush.
Lovely. What good was winter fur if it was wet?