Wolf RPG

ever since kun stepped first paw onto these lands it's been snowing; unrelentingly. it bogs him down, blanketing the land and layering along his spine. the afternoon sky is opaque, grey and sunless. the sea beneath the cliffs he paces, lured as close to the edge as he dares. outwardly, the sea is calm as it crashes against the cliffside; splashing him with seawater droplets. he doesn't mind; revels in it, even. the salty sting of frigid winter air nips at his nose and on less than a whim, kun veers inland with some reluctance drawn by the rumble of his stomach and the scent of fresh game nearby.