Wakey Wakey Eggs And Bacey

Shadow listened to the bustling of the birds as they sung their harmonious tunes as they traveled around the different areas to get warm. His fur blew in the wind as he shivered slightly but paid no heed to the cold as much as he should. When he had lived with his pack, the cold was almost a daily occurance and so he had grown used to it as a small sigh escaped him. His paws dug into the ground as he lied down, his stomach growling as pain coursed throughout it.

"I swear, Duso, my old alpha...One day whether it be by me or someone else, death will occur to you in the worst way possible I swear to it," he would lie down and close his eyes, panting slightly. Though he had eaten last night he had become rather weak, but Shadow refused to admit it to himself.