Noctisardor Bypass wanna play cheat, now says the sloth.

Sven was near his adult height and weight. He wouldn't be tall, but stocky body made way. With pelt of nightime and stars he moved through the areas of his home. Nose on the ground in search of the elusive rabbits. His father's death still heavy as a mantle upon broad shoulders.

Steel gray eyes took in the overcast day, though the wind didn't tear at him like screaming claws of ice. And he shifted and tilted ears towards noises and movements.

One mitted paw after another he tore up the ground ever searching.