Lake Rodney тень

he stood at the lake. it was not pouring, but a slight rain drizzled upon his tall back, chilling him to his very bones. the wind blew through his relatively thin fur. he remained unfazed- this was not his first winter. he intended to survive it in the same way he had survived every other winter, by pure persistence. 

he took a sip from the lake, neck bowed to the water. refreshing indeed. he could only hope he would not be bothered on this fine cool day by a toothy little pest.