The dampened winter had hit faster than Jauvin expected. Of course he knew it was coming soon, but today? A thick blanket of snow covers the ground like puffy clouds that had fallen from the sky. It was a soft snow, still fresh as more landed delicately atop the blanket. Jauvin can't grumble, though, in fact he loves the snow and has learned to cope with the icy breeze biting at his skin beneath his thick pelt. The brute was ready to start his day, fattening up a bit more to bear the winter weather. A good hunt should do for this, at least for now.
At this time, he knew that some animal will hurry to beat the cold, stuffing themselves with what little lush was left before the snow covers it completely, and the Ruieze Fields were the perfect place to start.

It wasn't until he had reached the fields when he caught the scent of something, or rather someone familiar. His deep yellow irises spark up, dipping his muzzle low to the ground to dig around in the snow. As he did, the scent grew stronger. This luscious scent full of beautiful things along with ugly, could only belong to one wolf. Magena. And by the way she tread fast through this field, he can tell that she isn't a very happy lady. His only question was, how long had she been here? He can only guess or assume why, but how long has she been looking for him. A crooked smirk pulls at one corner of his lips as he lifts his head, eyes nearly full of mischief. If she thing she can drag him back, she's got another thing coming. Jauvin will do all that he can to keep her here, for as long as she stays here, the more and more she will grow to love it.

His mostly grey and somewhat white frame lumbers through the snow with ease, his legs forcefully moving through the soft snow with the same said ease. Once he reaches the gathering, he really pays no mind to what is actually happening. Instead he hesitates, the murmurs from the group he disregards while looking down at the cool water flowing passed him. He hadn't realized how parched he is until now, and the strong desire to drink only lures him into the unknowingly abyss of disaster.
His head dipped low once more, tongue glides out and he slowly begins to lap up the water with satisfaction. The liquid cools his insides, not only quenching his thirst but cooling him off by the heavy weight of his heated body. As cold as it is, he felt a bit... Over tempered, and soon that will only progress. He ignores the sharp twisting in his stomach while he licks the last few droplets from his snout, regarding the group ahead this time. Ears twitch with unease, but still he moves forward to join. Little does he know...