Silver Creek glass jar

@Grayson

well, winter had definitely settled itself into the wilds, and it had cast a chilling nip to the man every time he had trekked himself out of his den and into the snow. normally a charmer, harrison had become a grumbling snowman of a wolf with very little regard for the others around him. he did what he could to defend their temporary borders, but – god – he cursed the coldness of the creek being so close to them. it had gotten so bad that he had started to dream about warm summer months in his sleep. though they were a long shot away, he kept searching the horizon for an act from the heavens.

no such luck, it seemed; the moment he'd stepped out of his hiding hole, he was met with a fresh blanket of snow and the crisp touch of winter. with a dramatic sigh that wafted up into the air like a fresh cloud of dismal steam, the snake moved his way into the brisk landscape and set his sights on the borders. he still wanted grayson to change his mind about their location, but he knew that it was difficult to persuade his brother into much of anything once he'd gotten his mind set on it. so, harrison did what he could to help around the area... still praying that the snow would disappear overnight.