@Lynx @Leo @Stella @Kateri
Chan couldn't help but remember the winter he had spent with a Northern pack who celebrated what they called a solstice, memory upon memory brought back to him each and every snowy day. This afternoon, as the flakes relentlessly fell, the man recalled a particular, bitterly cold night with that pack, and it's children who refused to sleep. Their grandwolf had stayed up with them, talking over whistling winds to gift them with story after story, and Chan had listened just as raptly.
He made his way to the pack's den, into it's spacious cover where a few others resided. His mismatched gaze sought the slightly smaller frames of the children, voice leveling a query as his rump settled down upon the tamped earth.
"Anyone in here ever hear about Colette the Charitable?"