Shadewood i. silver thracian thaw (m)

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I had not expected this!!! Warning, warning, there is some sexual content ahead!

The world was awash in silvers; the sky built of layered graphite, blurred, a haze. Snow fell in thin waves. It acted like an eraser almost, fading everything from view once he'd left it. There was nothing remarkable here—but as a vagabond who had done extensive travel (a laughable amount), everything trended towards sameness.

The wolf was just as unremarkable. Warm agouti marred by flakes of snow; a barrel belly, four working limbs (a touch too long), a round face. Someone might have found him attractive merely for his girth, as that indicated good health... Asa, meanwhile, held out hope he would succeed in a different quest. Granted, if he did ever find a receptive female he would go for it (who wouldn't?) but—not on the agenda right now.

He trudged his way through a gulley of deep snow, most of which collected across his chest and clung haplessly to his outer coat. When it becomes clear he cannot go further without submerging himself in snow, he stops, reflects on his current route with a bored glance of his eyes around the vicinity, and with a huff he begins to backtrack. After hoisting himself out of the snow ditch he shakes the dandruff flakes of snow from his shoulders.

Another day, another waste of time.