Kildeer Rest the more you weigh, the harder you are to kidnap.

The chill in the air seemed to be much harder to endure in the wild. Longshanks could recall a comfort lifestyle of escaping the violent winter weather and tucking his long legs beneath a warm blanket within the master’s home. All of that had vanished, and had been replaced with the prospect of a new and almighty god that was capable of smiting him and his companions at any moment. It was invigorating for the hound to experience such a thing. His mind was cooking with the prospect of what was to come (and the terrible illness that was taking hold of his body). He was almost unaware of the rabies, save for the occasional frothing of his jowls. 

Oqdis had said that carrying an illness was an honor. Longshanks would carry his with a graceful pride. On that day, he had ventured from his traveling party and had wandered into the surrounding terrain with quiet and careful steps. It was not until he had literally run into another that he was pulled from his daydreaming. Due to his height and the willowy structure of his limbs, running into Eevee had caused him to topple over her and into the snow. When he emerged, the Borzoi looked upon her with a momentarily dazed expression. 

”Ah! Beautiful, Eevee... you’ve made it,” he breathed with a stretching smile. His eyes fell on her with a fondness and he rose to shake the fur from his pelt before properly addressing his stunning and pudgy friend.