Chimera Fields can't stop holding on

Weather: 20°F, mostly cloudy.

Wind rippled through Dune's fur as he continued his journey back home. He was making good time, but he felt a longing for the mountain that he had not felt for anything since he had left his birthplace. If it had been springtime, Dune would have stopped to smell the flowers, but with everything covered in snow, all he wanted was to get back home and take a long nap. Onward he went, breaking through the snow with each stride and his focus on the mountain range ahead.

The stupid owl that had been following him for the past several days did not let up, either. It seemed to be getting braver, too. At one point, in the night, it had swooped down and nipped Dune's ear, waking him. He had snapped at it, but it was far away at that point, making that stupid chuckling sound all over again. Dune had only growled, rolled over, and gone back to sleep. It whizzed by him again, but there seemed no sense in wasting his energy on it.