Anyway You Want It

Tragedy was exhausted. Winter had hit the young woman hard. Her pelt had fluffed up. The body's attempt at keeping the harsh wind from touching her skin. Green orbs scanned the icy horizon. It sure was freezing here. Well, where ever the girl was. Shaking her pelt, the brown woman journeyed on. Just above the ground rose the ruins of a large vessel. Tragedy had never seen such a construction. The oak brown wolf didn't even have a name for such a... thing. Head tilted as extreme curiosity took over Tragedy's mind. Dainty paws carried her closer and closer. However, a powerful, frigid wind stopped the female within her tracks. Tragedy hunched over in an attempt to shield her face from the biting cold. "This place could sure use a source of warmth," she noted aloud. Tragedy would sniffle a few times to try to keep feeling within her nose.