Swiftcurrent Creek Ain't no prettier face than a kissed one.

For that fine @Velvet ?

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Thick burls of earthen fur clunk tightly to this moving mountain of wolf, sticking frost and flakes of crusted frozen water to crispen his pelt. With every few paces, the southern man had to shake himself free of the draft and push on, hunger threatening him, but not fully keeling over the titan. He'd find a place to get dug in, soon enough. But this cold was settling through his hide, and wasn't doing too good for him. 

A creek glittered all fine and such in the ambles of the moonlight, and while he couldn't stop to appreciate the beauty of it, he could appreciate that some fish was just too stubborn to move on to colder waters. wasn't nothin' wrong with that to Morgan - in fact, that'd do him just fine. Bringing himself up to the edge of the frigid waters, the hulk bent down to water himself first, keeping his peripherals aware of any flashes o silver or dark blue that might shoot his way under the waves.

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