On The Road Again

He hated the cold, his thin coat could never stand up to harsh winds or snow, especially not with the balding patches in his pelt from constant fidgeting and nervous ticks. He walked along the wall with his head lowered, his bicolored eyes drifting listlessly to the ground in front of him, searching the icy ground for anything that might be useful, if only because it would take his mind off the cold. He gave a small whine, looking up from the ground as the wind blew through his silky fur to the top of the wall. It was far more unusual than anything he had ever seen; completely flat like a boulder in a river, and extremely tall, as if Yosep himself had come down from the moon and placed it like a mother places food for her pups. He gave it a cursory sniff and sneezed before wiping his cold nose on his wrist. Whatever it was, it was far too strange for his taste and sent a shiver up his thin spine. He turned his nose back to the ground and kept moving, his tail waving behind him as he inspected the small shrubs lining The Wall for anything useful. He looked ahead and saw that the Thing cut off at some point and ceased existing, he had no intention of pushing further north but the idea of finding useful put a small jump in his gaint.
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