Jaz. Still trying to get Minos' new attitude off the ground...
Yellow eyes looked skyward, an act that he was new to. The moon was shadowed by a thin layer of clouds, their color and weight lightened by the fresh snowfall. The while male blended in with the newborn winter scene, each branch held their own pillow of flakes. Another beast would think it beautiful, another would care. Minos was beginning to find the world around him more then just smells, and moving objects categorized into prey or threat. It was more, there was just more. The canines that lived among his ranks, and those beyond the pack were more then what he once believed. The act of believing beyond his instincts was still a bit unnerving but the ability to change from his slim self to the one he used now was becoming something practiced.
He contemplated the moon, its pull and its persuasion over him. It only took a moment, and then the male returned to the ground, nose along the snow and picking up the strangers that lived among these lands. He wondered who it was, and if they were friend or foe to the Dahlia pack. Just a brief exploration of the area had been premeditated and yet his halfling form found no fear in crossing the borders.