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Erikur lifted his muzzle, scenting the wind.  Snow is coming soon. He observed. I should head back to the others. Erikur picked up his catch—a rabbit—and headed towards where he knew the pack was sheltering. The problem with being in the north was the constant moving; going south when the cold season hit and going north again when the warm season started. Seeing the cave, Erikur quickened his pace into a run when something barreled into him from the side. Dropping the rabbit, Erikur leapt up with his teeth bared and his hackles raised, ready for a fight until he saw who it was. “Got you!” Fenris yipped happily, his tai