f**k. f**k. f**k. Daniel grunted as he ambled through the woods behind the Den. Night had fallen early, as it was known to do in the winter months.
The cold of December had settled in and white puffs of air flowed from his Bear's maw as he stalked through the trees. His heavy paws crunched the snow laden ground, but he hardly noticed the chill.
After a quiet dinner earlier that evening, Daniel had waited for Lacey to make an appearance so that he could talk to her some more. Hell, he wouldn't have minded just being near her. Just seeing her would have been enough.
Only, she didn't join them for dinner. She'd opted for a tray in her room instead. His room. It was his room that she ate and slept in. That was just about the only thing in this f****d up situation that was calming his Bear
