Black Dog

Fury sighed, eyeing his surroundings. The snow was nearly gone, the weather steadily getting warmer to welcome the oncoming spring. Looking up into the cloudy sky, Fury took a deep breath and let it out slowly, closing his eyes.

Never having a place to call home, it felt strange yet comforting to the male to be able to stick to one place. He was having a hard time creating bonds, for he was not someone who talked very much. Interaction just wasn't his "thing".

So, he sat, head pointed to the sky, alone. He found comfort in this.