There's so much...snow. If Alec had sum up what he had seen of Nova Scotia so far in a few words, it would be all the white, untouched snow. Even in the dense forest he was trooping through now seemed to be blanketed in cold substance. The male had enjoyed this wonder at first; for someone who grew up in the warm southern-most regions of the United States where it would be lucky to have one sprinkle of snow, it was like a whole other planet. But, as his feet grew numb from trekking through the ankle-deep slush, he was soon wishing that it only snowed in this area, and would soon come to someplace warmer like his old home. But, he knew that the farther he went, the colder it got, the deeper the snow, and less feeling in his toes. He had no choice but to man up, and to continue.
Besides, it couldn't be long until he came across someone. This idea was enough to think about to get his mind off of his freezing toes;he could ask someone about the packs. Alec had already scented some territories that were claimed by some of them, but he didn't stay long enough at their borders to meet one of them; he didn't know what their motivations some of the packs have, and didn't know if they liked someone hanging at their borders for too long. He didn't want to seem suspicious. His mouth formed a frown when he remember hearing that this place had a coyote clan that decorated their borders with skulls of wolves, and that they despised wolves so much that they won't allow a canine in if they had too much wolf blood. Being the idealist he was, Alec did not easily believe this, but couldn't help but consider that it was true. What about the other packs, though; did they turn away strangers?
With sigh that broke his deep thoughts, he settled himself under a thick tree which he couldn't identify from under all the snow. While he rubbed his bare feet, he raised his nose in the air, to check his surroundings; Alec didn't put it past him that some creature would attack him while he was in no position to retaliate. On the wind, he scented the faint smell of briny water, the piny musk of the forest, and... another pack's borders? He wasn't sure, but if it was, he was far enough from the borders to not be considered to be snooping around.
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