Torch had overslept that day and woke up to the smell of blood and thought someone in the pack had captured a prey. When he came out he was blinded by the bright light , but after a while his eyes had become accustomed to the light. It had become warmer and winter was coming to an end. Silver, starlight and ice were gathered around a deer. He walked up to them and said, " Good morning . Nice catch. We really needed that! I thought we were gonna starve."