Moonstone Quarry And The Light may Shine in Your Eyes

He sensed a sort of comeraderie, a mutual frustration with the cruelty of fate. "When life attacks your throat, you bare your fangs and rip its face off."  He answered, somewhat bluntly. He was relieved that the male currently seemed too exhausted to confront him, or perhaps he had managed to be vague enough to not draw attention to himself. "Silly, and sentimental. The idea of love. The foolish puphood promises. Now here I am sitting in the snow, staring at a foxdunging rock, howling like a lovesick shewolf."