Big Salmon Lake every day is halloween

steals Remedy threads

Fog had settled over the earth in a thin veil. It had managed to leave the world in a quiet envelope, almost seeming to protect all who were nestled within. The willowy creature moved through it with careful steps. He had ventured far enough from his group that he had posed a potential threat to himself by being alone. Still, Longshanks welcomed the wrath of his god, should that be his fate. 

Moving around the outskirts of the lake, the Borzoi caught sight of a magnificent snow-cloaked figure. His pale champagne gaze lingered on the unnamed brute for some time before he slowly made his way closer. Tail flagging, Longshanks offered a graceful smile that tugged the edges of his mouth. ”Greetings,” he said in an airy tone. There was a peculiar lack of fear in his voice.