We All Danced In Fire

The ebony man would happen to come upon dry grasses coated in the alabaster that was the now. The cold nipped at the man's paws; causing him to shiver slightly from the frigid temperatures. He was usually used to the cold, but when he had been a nomad for a year of his life, seasons and temperatures were not really something he cared about the slighest.

The sounds of deer bellowing their calls reverberated through the landscape. Even some rodents such as squirrels and even some mice scurried upon the alabaster sheet. One even happened to be mocking Shadow by chattering at him before running back into the trunk of the oak tree a couple feet away. His crimson orbs rolled in annoyance before walking onward and coming upon a stone den he could rest in.

The stone floor was hard and cold against his body. Though it was better than nothing as he lied down and had his cranium on his paws, focusing on the moon and stars as the snow glistened from the moon and star's light as he was rather content at the tranquil scene.