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The bitterness of the cold was rather sweet. Cold air charging into his lungs and escaping out with the warmth he carried. Large paws treaded about the ice without much care. There wasn’t a reason to be careful when this is all you encountered in earlier days of life. It just became an accustom life. One he wasn’t willing to give up any time soon. If this was of a different and warmer area where the cold was lacking, then maybe such carefulness would be needed. All things that forbidden most of the cold had always been foreign. Winds of the north tickled his fur and danced along with his tail. Red orbs had only now took notice of the sky. The sun was setting upon this land. It was a lovely sight for something so little to him. The sound of the wind blowing and a crunching sound of ice beneath him it was all familiar. However, all movement had been put into a halt. Eyes narrowed to see anything here. Perhaps a resting spot could be found. Miles and miles of stretching across this land he found himself upon. Made him almost miss his home land. It begged the question on how his grandfather was doing without him around to bicker on. No, he was more than likely still the wise and smart remarking old soul he had always been. At least that brought a chuckle out of him. Front legs continued on to push him forth at an even pace. Walking slowed but moved him closer to a finding he spotted. Ice somehow made a wish to hold hands with the ever darkening sky. This wasn’t a first sight, however, it took the loveliness needing to make this finding much more appealing. The slight sight of something of what clashed with the ices’ neutral colors had him raise a brow and shifted his head to see the object in a questioning way. The warm air he exhaled this time created a larger cloud than usual. Not approaching forward no more, he observed the dame. Her body was up against the ice that dragged him to it. The dame’s fur certainly made it hard to ignore her. His eyes hadn’t a clue how to do so. It was confusing coming across a being like this in the cold. Sighing emitted from the stranger’s maw, a prompted sigh fled from his own as well. “What is choking you, dear? Do you love the ice that much?” Honeyed words spiraled into the questions he had given her. It wasn’t long until he was a wolf’s length from where she kept herself. The many features crawling on her form. A dark pattern around the dame’s eyes surely made her being more bizarre but in a good way. The male’s ears were ready to catch any and all words to fall out her mouth. Colliding his shoulder to the ice wall, tail brushed against it softly in a hidden way of keeping the male occupied. |