World So Cold

The young brute was being bored out of his mind. The North had a few sprouts of grass poke throughout the snow as it melted only slightly. His light blue eyes showed boredom and worry as well. His father, apparently wished to spend some time with him, and being the pup that he was, he was worried that he would not be able to prove himself to his father. He was not like him nor his mother, and he was not sure if he knew that.

The sound of the boards of wood creaked underneath his paws, causing him to be startled slightly from shock, but, he soon regained his composure and walked in the direction he was sure he would find his father. He found him sitting alone on the outside of the ship, the cold hitting the pup square in the face as he shook and yelped from the surprise wind.

When he was sure the wind had calmed down, he walked over and sat down beside the alabaster brute that was his father and looked upward, not really sure what to say to his father, he brought his cranium down and looked at the world outside.