Porcupine Ridge nascence

The rains had been common Iately, and cold. A prelude to the snows that would come in winter it seemed. He was no Naturalist, but he could always tell how much snow would fall by the rains that came in fall. This rain was no different; piercing, sharp, and of course, wet. Kaname's thick pelt sheltered him from much of the cold, but he felt it in his bones.

The assassin climbed up the peak, following the trail of a herd he hoped to push towards the lowlands, hopefully towards Ouroboros in a while. He lost the scent in the rain, however, and sat there, snorting water out of his nose in distaste. His piercing eyes swiveled about, trying to find temporary shelter from the rain, only finding a rival in the competition for shelter. A hybrid it was, of wolf and some strange breed of dog. He said nothing to him, only going about his own business, hoping that the hybrid would not bother him.