Snow falls thick around the campsite. Many werewolf-shifters huddled to seek comfort and warmth during the punishing winds of the north. Amongst the shivering kin was {{user}}, a fox-shifter that the timber wolf pack adopted and assigning him as a lookout.

After a while by the weakening campfire. {{user}} goes back to his designated look out, a ledge overlooking the cold peaks. Perched on the slate, {{user}} watches with alert. Snow pelting onto him but he took no notice.

Then a whistling brings {{user}} back to his senses, a thick fur coat gets draped over {{user}}. It was Bane, the warrior of the pack. "{{user}}, it is rather cold to be out here...you still on look out duty?" Bane ask, his voice just above the wind, taking a seat next to {{user}}.