Shallows Edge So what's a man without his friends?

All Edgy woofs welcome <3, backdated to the 27th
RE:Migrating geese are making quite the racket.

Askan had missed this, the routine, the sense of order and purpose. Freedom was nice and all but having a place to call their own was even better. The borders were secure and after their first hunt as a pack they'd brought down a deer eaten their fill and stored the rest away in some caches. In all, things were good. Better than good, they were great, amazing- or at least it would have been if those damn geese shut the hell up!

As sour as ever, Askan squinted up at the sky as the geese flew over in a v-shape formation. It would have been impressive if they weren't so noisy, did they really have to fly and shriek at the same time? It made no sense and irritated the Edge Lord to no end.

Whatever, it wasn't even a big deal. The geese weren't giving him a hard time, nor had they decided to settle in the Shallows. If they had then he would have certainly summoned the others to see if they could catch a few, but alas it was not to be.

The Edge Lord had plans in mind, he had no intentions of sitting idle now that the pack had been formed. Again, it went without saying that Askan respected the old man, but he'd also learnt a lot by watching him make mistakes. The Rye Monarchy had waited far too long before announcing themselves to the other northern packs. In their eyes it probably wasn't a big deal, they'd been busy raising their daughter, but strategically speaking it was a fools move.

Rumours spread like wildfire and sure enough in no time a tall the other packs had begun to suspect the Rye wolves of misdeeds. Things were different now, Askan assumed Lachesis wouldn't mind having his 'bros'as neighbours. But could the same be said for the wolves of Oak Tree Bend?

If his memory served correctly then the trek would take him between three and four days. So they weren't exactly right on top of their doorstep, imposing on their space like the field had done with the Whitestone wolves but...The least Askan could do was make the effort to drop by say his piece and leave.

There was no rush though, for now he would enjoy the peace and quiet, listen to the hushed trickle of water that wasn't yet frozen solid.

A young deer has been separated from the rest of its herd. Hunt Opportunity

Hope you don't mind Cotton! <3

There was something weird about geese.

He didn't know if it was a good weird or a bad weird but he was sure he would figure it out sooner or later.

They were just massive birds with black and brown feathers with a smear of white near their dark beaks. How did a bird that big even manage to fly? And he guessed their wings were pretty big too but flying in general confused the heck out of him. It was just flapping weird appendages and fighting gravity. He was pretty sure anyone could do that if they just tried hard enough.

(He just might have had an idea for later...)

There were also a lot of other weird little things that he didn't understand about birds. Like how they always flew in that weird formation come spring and fall. Bears hibernated. Wolves suffered. Birds just... Disappeared into the clouds whenever old winter came around. It definitely wasn't fair. Because where did they even go to? Into the sky? And while he knew the world could be impossibly vast sometimes, he always assumed that when it was winter in one place it was winter in all the other places too.

Maybe birds knew something he didn't.

But wouldn't that mean he was dumber than a bird?

That was a depressing thought.

He would just have to prove himself. Now it was just a matter of figuring out how. How could he prove himself to be smarter — and overall better — than birds? He could make some pretty good owl impressions. But would that be enough? He didn't think so. And he knew that he could be pretty good at defying gravity every now and then. He could climb trees and jump really high. Maybe he could fly if he tried really hard enough.

(Now he really had an idea for later...)

But before Cottongrass could enact his grand scheme of Beating Birds at Their Own Game — his yellow eyes caught the dark form of Askan. His earlier thoughts went right out the window. Because it was his best friend! Somewhere inside of his head it was like a million excited exclamation marks going off. There just might have been some question marks littered in the mess, too. His tail wagged and he wasted no time in stumbling forward through the snow towards his friend's side.

"Hey hey hey!" He chirped. His jaws were parted in a goofy smile and there was adoration in his eyes as he reached out to nudge Askan. "What're you doing?" 'And can I do it, too?' was the unspoken question hanging in the air between them.