As he nears the center of the Inlet, he raises his head higher on his thickly muscled neck. He wonders who was still left within the herd...He knew that Grai was here, but the others had disappeared. Opening his maw, a low rumble flows from his chest, a long mournful cry. He threw it out into the air, a small spark of hope still remained within his chest, but it was dwindling. He held his position for a few moments before, dropping his muzzle to the snow, snuffling around in the piles of alabaster snow.

His lips seek out the blades of grass that were buried under the winter snow. Satisfaction washes over him as his lips close around the blades of hidden grass. He chews quietly, his mind rolling over the past few months... So many things had changed, even him. He could feel a bitterness in his soul, a dark feeling that he tried to bury. Most days he was successful, but he could feel it wrapping its grasp around his heart. But he still tries to remain happy in his daily life, even if some days it was a sham.