Desolate Blizzard

His tail whisked snow into the air, hips almost wiggling as she agreed to visit. He could only hope the armor would be ready by then as he’d said.

A gust of wind howled around the barricade, and he curled his form slightly to flip his tail over his paws as he asked, “The best route should be to follow the Rio Grande. There are a couple packs along the way, but the way around them is pretty simple.”

He did his best to draw out a little map with his claws in the snow and ice, though his navigational skills weren’t the best when it came to maps. The landmarks were simple, the path sketchy, but hopefully it got the point across.

Word Count: 123
Total: 5228

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think