Eku Maru

Eku Maru shook his fur and smelled the wind. Would this cold ever end? It didn't seem natural for the chill to be coming after the flowers had opened for the season. This wasn't good for the little ones. Too much time spent in the den sheltering and not enough time learning to hunt and forage. They would be at a disadvantage in the coming months of preparing for the next snows. The wind whistled passed and a smell caught him like a trap. Danger. Something new. Something not right. Something that smelled like a frozen kill, all hints and promises of death. Eku Maru headed back to the den quickly. Time to move. Time to find a den where the warm stayed longer and came more often. He looked to the rising sun and wished it would move faster. It didn't, so he did.