Dakotas blue eyes analyze the den; watching his pack, keeping an eye out for intruders. His large brown form stood alert as always, clear from the way his ears stood tall. The thick scent of wolf musk blanketed him, and those around. Moonlight shines inside from the cave entrance, it's snowing outside. He lays on a pile of animal furs and leather, the pack's sleeping pile creating warmth into the cave.