Palin sleeps on a rock, a ways away from both the camp and the border between the rivaling packs. He never understood to conflict, so he stays out of their way. Except for Tulilan, of course. A sound wakes him from his sleep and he lifts his head, ears perked up. He only now realized he was covered in a sheet of new snow already. He gets up, shakes the snow off, and heads in the direction of the voices.