Catalpa

Catalpa turns toward the chilling winds so that her slick, tan fur was blown back smooth. The slender-build wolf turned her muzzle upward and ushered a shrill howl that held a high note for a moment, then came lower and became more melodic. She sang of the coming blizzard.

Keilo

Keilo stood close to the beta, facing the same direction as he set forth his own howl. It fell when Catalpa's did, but held a note just under her's. He faced his howl to the Quail Mountain's pack.

Cedar

Cedar joins the song, and stands close to the betas. His howl was rich and he held a note just under Keilo's, though it wavered and dipped, but was still strong.

Stormfalcon

The alpha pads forward, smiling at her pack. The drug having worn off completely, she was in top condition again. The wind was a sign of the coming blizzard. A woof is given to the others, to meet her at the Game Trails. There was a doe they could hunt. For food would be scarce when the blizzard came.

Catalpa

Her regal muzzle comes back down as her howl ends, and the wolf turns to Keilo, tail waving. Then Catalpa turns and lopes off toward their Game Trails, happy to be hunting. The weather was terribly cold, and the wind would make it hard to see, but it should hinder their prey worse. Hunting should be good.

Keilo

His song ends as well, and the beta follows after Catalpa and Stormfalcon.

Cedar

Cedar looks around to see if Wespero was somewhere near, but figured she had heard Stormfalcon. The wolf turns and follows after the others.

Wespero

The wolfess comes up along side Cedar. Her eyes were nearly closed, forced so by the wrathful winds. But her pelt was sleek and thick with health, and held out much of the cold for now. The snow and winds shouldn't be as fierce in the game trails, she thought, where the trees might slow the storm.

Nau

He stayed a few feet behind Wespero, making sure he didn't lose the pack during the blizzard. He was weary, though, and made a note to keep alert for Cedar and Keilo.