Cheers To the End
12-06-2013, 09:20 PM
it was getting colder, the blizzard was picking up and whipping around her fur. The female hunkered down, her head lowering as she pressed it against her chest. The freezing cold, the winter, the desire for the world to end through frost. That was what Chill was, the desire for the end through the cold. She even remembered the antics of her mother, in this dark moment. We do not submit to lesser wolves. And lesser wolves are wolves that aren't a solid color, lesser wolves are those that are deformed, lesser wolves are wolves we step upon. Mother was always a wise woman, it got her far in her life, and her teachings passed on to her children, or lack of children for that matter. Her claws slowly itched into the ground as she laid in the middle of the pass, the wind whipped and howled through the channel as she looked toward the exit. She would leave when the snow storm died down a bit, and not until then. Instead she would go onward to lick at her forelegs to keep them warm as the snow started to cover her. Speech, |