Frostbite

You pad through the forest, rays of shimmery moonlight reflecting off of the layer of snow on the forest floor to create a magical, glittery atmosphere. The moon is full and brighter than you ever remember it being. You sit down in a patch of moonlight filtering through the trees and look up at it in awe. Something about tonight was just so.. otherwordly.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" You jerk your head towards the voice, startled. Sitting next to you, as if he just appeared there, is a large stoic wolf with a thick pelt the color of the stars and the sky. He was handsome- big fluffy tail, broad shoulders, striking purple eyes. "Is it not?" He says, snatching you out of the trance he put you in.
"Wh- Who are you?", you stutter. "Where did you come from?" The wolf looks at you, gaze steady. "I am but a traveler of the night."

Oct 20 — Oct 25 | Felicitas Pack
He is the first traveler to be hosted in the pack. The elderly leader Siobahn is suspicious at first, but he is welcomed warmly by her daughter and heir Saoirse. His personality meshes well with the stoic-heavy pack. Almost all of them are transfixed by his blue and purple fur and stunning violet eyes—they had never seen something quite like it before. At first, he was given "sneng" or lowest-ranking wolf in the pack's native language, duties like pupsitting and pup training. But on his last two days staying in the pack, Saoirse managed to convince her mother to let him go on a hunt. He brought back a beaver, porcupine, and whitetail deer, impressing the stoic Siobahn. After a full feast, the pack sent him along his way. At the border, Saoirse ran up to him. "Don't leave without a gift!" She panted.
Frostbite has earned 1x Bohemian Waxwing

Oct 26 — Oct 31 | Waterfront Pack
Frostbite continued on his way through the mountains before coming across a rather grumpy older wolf. "Get off this territory," he snarled. "You do not belong to our pack." Another wolf trotted up behind him, laughing. "Oh, relax. It's just a traveler! What's the worst he could do, be outnumbered?" The wolf turned to face Frostbite. "My name's Crumb, and that's Ari," she said, gesturing to the old wolf. "You look like you've been traveling alone for days. How about you come and rest with us for a while?"
Frostbite hesitated, caught off guard by Crumb's sudden generosity. Crumb stared at him expectantly. "Um, sure." Frostbite said. "My name's Frost-," He started, before being cut off by Crumb. "Oh, good! Come on dear, camp's not far from here", She said, beckoning him to follow.
"So, where are you from?", Crumb asked, walking beside him. "The Tundra", he said. "It's not too far from here."
"That's lovely!" Crumb said, nodding. "I'm sure you're used to snow then, so I'm hoping the weather wasn't too rough for you." Frostbite shook his head in reassurance. He could see a camp in the distance- it smelled of fresh kill and puppies. He smiled to himself. This'll be a good stay.
"And we're here!", Crumb said as the group arrived. Frostbite peered into the camp. Many dens were dug out of thick, rocky soil- one of them had dozens of tiny puppy eyes peering out of it. They all suddenly barged out of the den, leaping onto Frostbite with their tiny claws and teeth. "Hello, stranger!!", they screeched, quickly being plucked off by an embarrassed mother. "Little bundles of joy, huh?" Crumb said, walking up behind Frostbite. He chuckled.
Frostbite's days in the Waterfront Pack consisted of warm nests and lots of excited puppies, before finally saying his goodbyes and continuing on his way. On his way out, Crumb approached him with a swift lick on the nose. "Stay safe out there, Frost.", She said, tail wagging.
"It's.. Frostbite. Thank you." He dipped his head, walking off into the distance to continue his travels.