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Yeouch. There wasn't much shelter out here and even huddling against the wall didn't offer her much reprieve from the hail. It bounced off the old cobbled stones, flinging this way and that as she made a face, ears flicking to the sides slightly. She didn't mind the snow so much, it was kinda romantic and filled her head of thoughts with couples snuggling up for warmth, not cause they totally liked each other. But hail? Well, she guessed the same could kinda apply? But it didn't feel as aesthetic to her, and it was kind of hard to think when pebbles of ice kept donking her on the noggin. One even hit her in the eye, enough to make her auibly ooof out loud

She was pretty much full-grown at this point lengthwise at least, all leg and still had some filling out to do. She wasn't a pup no more, even though her behaviour didn't say as much. She was still kinda immature and would likely always remain that way, heart on her sleeve, head empty unless you counted her fanciful scenarios as thoughts, that is.

Anyway, the hail was cramping her style majorly and it was high time it went away. How was she meant to daydream when the sky kept knocking on her head, huh?