Heavy Is The Storm

He shivered from the cold. A snowstorm had blown in from seemingly out of nowhere, and he had been noticing how dark and heavy the clouds had been since the turn of the season. He had managed to find shelter beneath the willow trees as he waited for the storm to blow over, and although the heaviest part of the blizzard had passed, the sky remained heavy with clouds as it pelted the ground with rain and hail. He was miserable. He hated being a rogue. He didn't think he'd feel that way with his newfound freedom and no ties to a pack or a band, but truth be told...he missed Aerie. It was all he'd known growing up, and ever since Aerie disbanded, he found himself not knowing what to do. He kicked a stone out from beneath the tree, and sent it flying through the rain though he didn't watch where it had landed since he was so busy sulking. He hated this shit.

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