From inside the safety of a snowed in den, Vezos's eyes intently study the scene playing out in front of him. He is many Moons from home, twelve he would estimate, and found himself in a peculiar situation somewhere deep in the High Arctic. Vezos would think himself a rational wolf, but also concedes that a close friend would probably would not share the same sentiment. He is guessing that particular gap between his own ego and the truth would have led him to this exact event.
Vezos returns his attention to the issue at hand. He has wandered far too far into this biome while nipping at the heels of Caribou migrating across the landscape. Sure, maybe tracking wasn't his duty as a Scout. But on the same token, one must eat, and the wolf was technically scouting at the same time.
Too far into the Biome, indeed, during Winter season. There has now conveniently developed a long-lasting snow event, the kind any wise wolf would absolutely predict happening during Winter in the High Acrtic, and which was exactly the reason why Vezos did not. Now, the Northern Star is blocked from the sky, the snow that wipes paths from the Earth will rage for weeks, and the wolf did not even get a single bit of Caribou even though it was the only thing on his mind.
The wolf huffs and rolls to high side, shoulder on the freezing cave floor. What to do, what to do....
Scout 
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