Kingsfall let it snow..

He was no stranger to the harshness of winter by now. It didn’t very often surprise him, though the harshness of this squall had seemed to come out of almost nowhere. Heavy snowfall and whipping winds, frigid enough that their icy tendrils pricked at him even beneath a thick winter coat. Jet was confident enough that he could make it back home if he had to, but…

He didn’t. The pack could take care of itself. They never had, and still didn’t need him there to guide their every action.

Instead, Jethro ducked into one of the many small caves dotting kingsfall, places he knew present from countless hours spent exploring. It certainly was not home. It lacked the comforting scent of family, or the warmth of Finley - who’s presence Jet found himself desiring at that moment - but it was out of the snow and wind.

It provided shelter. And a rare opportunity to just think, and breathe, without having to worry about anything else.

another holiday re -Jethro – Your Gift is: The weather outside is frightful, but this cave you found is so delightful. Inside you’ll be toasty warm and cozy all night long.