Chimera Fields will it leave us anything to show

Dingo had been minding his own business, wandering the wilds (and beyond, then back again), and doing his best to stave off winter's more difficult aspects, when he saw her. A big black beauty of a wolf! His jaw hung open for a few moments after he spotted her zipping about the lowlands.

The boy had been hunkering down in some nondescript cave for the bulk of the season (only coming out to grab a bite to eat or to piss, and even in those instances he much prefered finding a corner and — well). His dense but short coat was ill-suited to the dropping temperatures and as soon as he'd seen the first snowflake, he high-tailed it out of the wilds; but the world as a whole was drifting towards the chill and, therefore, he couldn't ultimately avoid it. Thus, the cave.

And that was why — when Amekaze broke in to her run towards the distant fields — he was able to catch a glimpse of her, and with his tongue lolling out, he doggedly followed. She was faster. Fitter. But she was also distracted by the mountain peaks gleaming under their fresh layers of snow. Dingo was lonely enough (read: pervy enough) that the sight of the dark woman trumped his desire to stay warm and dry.

Except as he followed her he inevitably found himself exposed within the field, and only clued in after she'd stopped running this latest time. With a dull, Uhh, passing through his abruptly-closed mouth, he stared with a bewildered expression at the field of snowy grass around him.