Hydras, Narsia, Bullet, Skeil, & Yersinia

The alpha let her voice ring high and clear in the fridged air. Flakes of crystal whites drifted lazily from the grayed skyies, obscuring vision of distant places and objects. Yet the cold aided hearing and carried her song of hunting far and wide. 'To the Marshes' was the message.

Narsia and Bullet, padded nearly side-by-side followed after their alpha. Skeil pressed her way between the two siblings, seeking shelter from the wind with their larger bodies. Yersinia brought up the tail of the pack, finding herself taking a lower and lower ranking.