My Heart Will Go On

The white brute's thick coat kept the cold from surrounding itself around him and making him cold. At this time in the fall, he was happy about his coat for it had helped him stay warm in the frigid temperatures whenever he had traveled. He hardly stayed in one place very long, but this may change whenever he found a mate or someone whom he had cared for. His golden orbs would shift over to Trica who shook from the cold. Due to her smaller size, the cold would definitely consume her and make her cold.

"Here," he would say as he walked over and lied down closer to her, wrapping his form around her and placing his head back upon his paws. He hoped that he kept her warmer when the cold took over her.