The bite of winter was one that the young wolf had not anticipated. It inflicted his movement more than he cared to admit. When nestled in the lower floors of the canyon, the stones afforded him some reprieve from the winds. Occasionally their course would change and would send a rush of howling air through the canyon.
The snow whisked around Cad as he made his way to the upper paths. Mereo’s size was not as intimidating as the snow-touched terrain. Each step of his paws needed to be calculated and light. He could not afford to slip on the smooth rock and fall. Moss green eyes looked below him.
Learn the canyon from above.
The snow whisked around Cad as he made his way to the upper paths. Mereo’s size was not as intimidating as the snow-touched terrain. Each step of his paws needed to be calculated and light. He could not afford to slip on the smooth rock and fall. Moss green eyes looked below him.
Learn the canyon from above.
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Stros - by Cad - January 15, 2023, 04:12 PM