Winters approach; Open

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[bg=000000][atrb=background,http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff153/Lumarinam/kastiel-background.png] Kastiel moved silently along the border of Shyia, he took his duties as Beta seriously and not a single day went by that he found himself patrolling, or watching the herds. The members themselves sadly he didn't see a great deal of. He was trying so hard to keep the maintenance of the pack up in worry of the coming winter that he barely gave himself a moments break to see his friends. The last winter they Had encountered hadn't been too bad and he had been less prepared. His only worry this tome was that he wasn't entering it half way in and there may well be more mouths to feed. He wanted to start a stock of fresh kill buried just outside the caverns that the pack Can shelter in in case of bad weather. In which case, at every break he would scout out the deer and return with More food to keep the pack alive. This was his first winter where he was actually preparing for a winter and he couldn't deny that he was worried. The cavern had fresh water that would not be tainted with a cold that would freeze them to the core, and it was a supply that would not dwindle or run out. Wolves could survive a while on water alone, but they could not survive forever. In terms of warmth they Had each other and a shelter out of the wind and snow. They could do this, if they all worked together the last little while they had left then they would do it in comfort rather then just getting by. Kastiel moved from the borders now, and began to head for the heart of the pack, his mind still running scenarios up and down his mind until he thought he might go crazy with worry. Sometimes the Beta wondered if he had forgotten how to relax entirely. He found his eyes moving up the warm, welcoming sun that hung freely in the open sky. Most of the day had passed him by already, but he still had a little while before night would fall. Maybe it was time to catch some lunch, and offer whatever he caught to anyone else near by. He changed his course and began to head toward's the forest, which always held a healthy supply of prey for the pack wolves.

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