Archer Valle
Things were getting better here, even though it was getting extremely crowded. He hadn't expected the pups from the other pack to show up - hadn't know there was another pack, beyond the one on the mountain. It seemed so far away. He wondered what it looked like over there, but he wasn't sure he wanted to travel so far just yet. He would do his fortnight here and go home, and show his new friends what his own home was like. Nice and cozy and much less snow.
Still, Archer had to admit he was having fun. The snowdrifts here were much deeper and therefore more fun to jump into. The ice on the lake was thicker - and the lake was big compared to his little backwater. He wondered what was on the other side. He wasn't about to wander off on his own; his Da had impressed upon him the need to behave, and the mountain was a scary place unlike the flat plane Archer grew up in. He didn't want to play that game. It didn't stop him from staring and wondering, though, and he could pass all day doing that if he didn't pay attention (he couldn't but it didn't stop him from exaggerating, either).
Today was really feeling like a play in the snow day.
Archer is very haggard and thin; it is obvious he is not doing well.