Despite her lazing about, Winter was up and ready to go as soon as Xavier moved out. Her slow, slightly awkward lope brought her level with Silvana, who she nipped on the flank out of play and excitement. Serious business was afoot but she didnâ€™t appear to be taking the trek all too seriously at all. Her assurance that an entire pack would win out over two headstrong males was absolute.<br/><br/>She bounced through the snow to the side of the trail that the others had blazed, even jumped back and forth over it. Winter danced circles around anyone that wanted to be worrisome or troubled over things, the energetic elder buffoon quite overjoyed with movement. She even snapped at the tip of Rahlâ€™s tail when it brushed the air in front of her muzzle. If anyone could use some fun, it was him. It was amazing he hadnâ€™t started chewing his fur out from his constant fretting. The only concern Winter had was the fact that she had yet to scent the strange males.<br/><br/>With every step nearer they took, Winter began to calm a little, casting this way and that, cutting zigging trails. She had come to the conclusion that they should split the pack in half, come from both ways. Those upstarts would be trapped between the claws and fangs of the pack and cut down. But she kept to herself, not sharing her thoughts, waiting to see what it was the Alpha would decide. If he was half the tactician he was fighter.