Swiftcurrent Creek Tutto tremante

@Pandora <3

He slept fitfully with his nose tucked under his tail against the deep freeze of winter dusk. His dreams were filled with vague contours, silhouettes of men and women that lysed like ink in water upon a closer look. His wife, Isotta, smiled at him in the half-dark, her teeth glittering like nacre.

Basta, he muttered, and realized he had just woken up.

By the time the sun had risen enough to fully show itself above the horizon, Pier had started off at a slow clip along a creek, that had in some places, glazed over with ice. Despite his best efforts, he had gotten one of his feet wet. From time to time he paused to shake it gingerly, waiting for sensation to return to the paw pads.