This was his first winter since his return to the islands, but this was also his first winter as the Lagoon Boss. Still, he braced the weather for an important mission. He had run into Warsaw in the crossing and they had briefly discussed each other's situations, but Warsaw was quiet. He mentioned he couldn't give much away about his current plans, but that he was in need of a strong alliance on his side.

To Warsaw, that was the Lagoon, but Cullen knew how deserted it was and his reign did nothing to pull the current boys in his direction. That didn't mean he wouldn't try for his blood, but it wouldn't be free. Nothing was ever free with Cullen.

He washed up on the icy shore of the Inlet and quickly shook all the access water he could off his golden coat. Cullen did not move away from the beach because he planed on exiting this godforsaken island as soon as he spoke to Warsaw. Cullen absolutely hated the cold and he hated the snow. This land of his nephew's was already blanketed in fresh snow before he had even seen the first snowflake at the Lagoon.

Warsaw better come soon or risk losing his aid, however much there may be of it. Cullen picked himself up into the air and screamed for his nephew. If he rose high enough his voice might carry further and reach the Inlet's King faster. His hooves connected back with the frozen sand and almost immediately hia call was answered with distant howls.

Cullen almost retreated right then if he didn't eye a dark pregnant female in the other direction. She was far away, surly alert with wolves about because she quickly dissapeared further in the Inlet. His attention was then quickly drawn down the beach as Warsaw came into veiw and he grinned. Something might actually work in his favor as long as that female birthed a boy.