the earth lumbers on

posting bc im museful.. NB members are still welcome to crash the party !!

Armed to the hilt by his comrade's presence, Dogmeat clambered from the icy rise, landing heavily on the frozen turf. He followed his nose -- and while not being of scenthound blood, it often served him well. His jowls slavered excitably as he pawed and scrabbled the tough tundra, searching ardently among the icy rabble.

Both the malinois and the doberman were held in favor as he paused, panting. His breath misted instantly in the frigid air, assuming a form not unlike some ancestral ghoul -- and he watched lazily as it curled above him and vanished into the hyperborean air.

Soon, they would find food -- his heart just knew it -- and snuffing anxiously along the icebound earth, the man kept his vigil about him.