*stands up and yawns then as an after though nuzzles Kameor's neck*
come on sleeping bueaty time to get up.
*looks around at the smooth snow*
well, time for a touch oh breakfast
*rips 3 legs off the carsus, hands Zeffon one, puts one under kameor's nose and eats own. Walks out of the crude den and sniffs around*
That pack that was behind us has changed direction it seems, we are in luck, we shant be pressed on our jounrey, unless your packs pups require us to make haste? *looking at zeffon*
*shoulders a carcus*