((XD Hmm. Interesting. Well I'll just pop in, then.))
The Arctic wolf yearling trudged about in the chest deep snow, his amber eyes scanning the ground before him in search of some sort of movement from the small rodent-like prey items he'd been so desperate to catch simply to amuse himself. As the lemming peeped its head out of a small burrow, Nekoda reared on his hind legs and clumsily sprang at it, only to face plant in the snow drift- like always. The lemming scampered away and the white wolf poked his head out of the pile of snow, shaking it free and smirking in determination. As he was about to hop after the lemming again, distant movement caught his attention. Turning his head, Nekoda tipped it to the side as he observed the movement of a couple wolves. Shifting back to his haunches, he figured they were far enough off to be too concerned about, so he simply observed, tongue lolling out of the side of his maw as his usual stupid grin stretched across his face.
