Sunbeam Lair But I don't read those things anymore

She fucking hated the weather. 

Her coat got thicker, sure, but it meant fuck-all when the winds sliced trough it. Mint-breathed God was blowing in her face as she advanced trough the mountains, stumbling over her feet, with only her fever to keep her warm.

When she spotted a wolf in the distance, all she could think was not again. These bastards seemed to breed like mice and in just a couple days they went from a novelty to an annoying fucking fixture of the territory. Besides, most of her interactions with them went poorly.

Still, the feverish, exhausted, thinning dog had nothing else to do except await her doom, so she barked at the stranger.

If she was lucky, he might kill her before the infection did.