His expression was glummer than a rainy day; it captured the essence of his body, small, broken, abandoned. The drops on the tin roof barely muffled the quiet sobs – harrowing sounds that could break a grown mans heart – coming from his wretched, disheveled body.
The Canine’s muscular body tugged hard at the owners clothing. It released a thunderous howl, akin to one you might find coming from it’s more lycan relative.
glaring sunlight bounced off of the frozen lake as the temperatures free-fell from mild to unbearably cold. Wisps of frozen moisture fluttered down from the sub-zero sky. Doors closed, windows were shuttered; Jack frost chases inside those who were enjoying the warmth. Glittering crystals of ice blanketed every surface, piling on top of each other to build upwards and out like rabbits in a hole.
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