Sunspire Mountains Yeah, they still say I'm a dreamer

The winter had drastically grown colder, only making the chances of the skinny dog surviving to dwindle even further. He shivered at every move, he dared not to sleep knowing he may never wake up, though the sudden free food covering the land was a huge plus one to his stomach. He had been flourishing in the dead animals meat, his mouth was covered red, and although his skin felt ice cold, his stomach was full and warm. 

He wasn't aware of The Keep's dismandment, but the sudden howl forced him to lift his head from the carcuss of a rabbit, and analyze the call. Eventually, he realized it was from his lovely friend, Gwen. He leapt from his lunch, and trekked the snow covered fields, by the time he spotted the practically invisible woman, he was completely exhuasted. "Hiya, Pidgeon!" The tramp barked, wagging his toil happily at seeing her again. "Why'd ya call? Miss me?" He winked, causing his whole head to tip to the side. It was becoming mroe obvious that he'd been gaining weight since the two met, but was still unhealthily thin. He hadn't done much since his cowardly escape from Stark, though he didn't think of it in such a light. His poltroon act wasn't something he was ashamed of, but instead proud that he managed to run so fast.