For now the male believed he was solidly alone, and allowed himself to enjoy this breath of fresh air without creatures surrounding him. Never had the male lived in solitude—he had always been surrounded by canines of various ages, and things had not changed since they had found shelter in Saluce’s home. Things would remain this way as well, because he had a family now, a child that was his own and the lovely female that was his daughter’s mother. It was nice to get away sometimes though, although there seemed to be silent whispers stalking the area whenever known life was absent around him.

The snow remained deep, but the male always appreciated exercise where he could get it, even if it eventually turned into an amount that turned it into an unhealthy burden instead. Perhaps he liked keeping himself busy so that he could not ponder about fears that never quite seemed to leave him be.

And then it happened; a young voice roared victoriously as he felt her pounce at his white tipped tail. ”Oh no!” he uttered, faking a little jump in surprise. Turning quickly to the rude little thing, Lavender orbs seemed almost round as he put on the theatrical look of shock. ”Why you little--” A deep, playful growl rose up his throat as his nose darted after her furball form, aiming to poke and nuzzle the loveliest thing he had ever had the pleasure to meet.

Now, where had he been headed to? ”Getting breakfast for my hungry girls!” he revealed, a genuine, adoring smile softening up his young face. He hoped some of the traps had managed to catch prey before the worst of the snow had covered them. There were a total of ten traps, placed at very different locations to improve the success of a catch. ”Do you want come along and help daddy?” he asked, noticing that he spoke of himself in third person. He liked the role of a father, though she was not the first young soul he had helped raise. It was not the same though, for he was his first biological child and he had been there when she was born. She was his.

”Daddy would like that,” he spoke, a soundless laugh in his voice as he turned slightly to gaze at the direction he had been going until a hunting child had interrupted his pace. Another row of words escaped the little form, and he let out the soft chuckle this time, looking to his cream coated daughter with love apparent in subtle lavender. ”My daughter the hunter.” It was not likely that she would get to chase after live prey today, but he assumed she would get some entertainment out of a visit to the traps either way.

”Come on then, ‘Clipse,” he cooed, starting to wade through now, though making certain that he left a trail that could make it easier for her to follow. White tipped tail moved contently behind the leader’s lupus form, for it was impossible to be in a foul mood with this child nearby.

”Look, Eclipse,” the father said, pointing his muzzle at the life less creature. ”We have caught a rabbit!” He could not see how harvesting dead prey could be exciting alone, but it was his shore to spice it up a bit for her. Trotting through the snow and over to the creature, he considered shifting into his optime form. It was a process that required amounts of energy that the male could not really spare at the moment. Hesitating for only a little, the male balanced his weight on his hid legs and reached for the thin thread of sinew that kept the dead animal above the ground.

Teeth grinded and pulled and the fibre did not resist heavily before it snapped. It was never meant to be able to support the greater weight of a wolf. Holding on to the line, the Dahlian male shook his head slightly and let the dead animal sway a few inches above the ground as he turned to let his daughter see their prize.