ice cold

Paws played with the idea of stepping over the jagged edge, cold to the touch like the glaciers of the north. Green eyes peered over and into the abyss below, trailing along any forms they came across. This place had become a temporary home, though never settling in one area for too long. Always on the move. And every day she would come across something new and particularly interesting, forcing her brain to work and figure out what was going on. Where all this stuff came from. This outing was the large cruise ship south of the island, standing over the large hole that was eaten away on the deck.

It was early morning, the sun finally moving beyond the horizon and bathing the land in cooled warmth. A few thin clouds moved across the sky, a subtle breeze rolling by. It was a decent day. A few moments would pass by with the brown colored wolf just staring down the hole, till finally, she would begin to move. Paws carried her along the edge, moving rather slowly as she scouted out this odd area in as much detail as she could get.

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