Hazy Shade of Winter

He thought for a moment, his head cocking as he ran through a list of names. He was the Howling Wind, his father had told him so himself, and it stood to reason that the name he gave his spear should reflect that, but also be powerful and destructive, like a force of nature.

“WIND BREAKER!” He piped excitedly, rising onto his paws as his tail wagged in an excited arch behind him. He saw no problem with the name, rather liked it in fact and could think of no reason why the woman might object. It was cool after all, and he thought of plunging the mighty Wind Breaker into the hearts of his prey while they begged for mercy.

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