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Kieran had been spending more of his free time exploring the intricate system of caves that made up the pack den. When winter strikes, all the various creatures are determined to find shelter or migrate to a much warmer region. As much as Kieran tended to enjoy the colder weather, he was no exception. So, the caves had become one of his favorite places to venture lately. He had become familiar with the winding corridors of the large den, and thus he became familiar with the needs of the pack that lived there. Every so often he would swing by the store room and check to see if the pack was in need of some extra firewood or a fresh kill.
It was a cold and cloudy day, and the dark-furred male had just returned from a little walk around the territory. Kieran sauntered into the central cavern, shaking off a few of the flurries that clung to his fur as he adjusted to the warmer temperature. He had intended to head straight to his personal den, but as he glanced across the large cavern he decided to make a little detour and check out the store room since it had been a while. As he neared the small corridor that led to the supply room, he heard a short exclaimation from ahead. Curious, he continued forward, pushing aside the fur that acted as a doorway to the supply room. He recognized the wolf there as the one who had called the pack together for a hunt not too long ago. "...Everything alright here?" he asked.
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