purple snowcone

Kuroki pushed through the snow, tinted purple in the moonlight. For the fifth night in a row it shone bright and full, daunting in the night sky. He had no idea what was going on but needless to say he couldn't claim to be keen. Normality was boring and all but this was another matter entirely, like an itch beneath his skin he couldn't reach. The Wall loomed up ahead and though he'd seen and scaled it before it just seemed...bigger tonight, his perspective shifted as he stared up at it from below. The scent of the pack in the distance seemed fainter than he recalled, as though the snowy wastelands swallowed everything, even subduing distance sounds his wolf senses would usually pick up.

Coming here probably hadn't been a good idea, the wilds carried an air of the unknown, uncertainty, but here he was. Alone but not quite.

"Kuroki Tantō Ōritsu Abraxas"