Switchblade

The weather was cold and a light blanket of snow covered the ground, though the golden brown grass showed through a bit. Switchblade was on scene, scouting the area. The war was coming, and Switchblade was going to be ready for it. Hopefully, she could find more members for the Toklat Canyon Pack. They could use all the help they could get. Her pinkish-purple eyes were alert, scanning the area for anything that moved.

Crunchbite

Crunchbite had been wandering, his thick coat keeping him warm. He was surprised to see a white coyote/wolf hybrid, which had blended into the snow until she reached the treeline where the snow was thinner. He hadn't seen very many wild canines in his life, so he didn't really know what to think. He just stared, waiting for her to make the first move.