North Guard
Sven left the train terminal, pulling his heavy wool jacket tight to keep out the sharp gusts of icy wind that seemed to cut right through his charcoal gray fur. Basil was a bustling boomtown, the main point of entry for the multitudes of furs looking...
Pledged in Blood - Part Two
Behind those same snow patches were higher, more noticeable snow drifts than in other places. curious, i inspected the ground elsewhere, nearer more footprints. there were more odd piles of snow in other places, too, with unnatural shapes and angles.
Astray - Week Five
He was outside in the creeping chill, clad in only tracksuit pants, socks, shoes, a t-shirt and a hoodless sweater of gray cotton, while delicate particulates of snow drifted from the sky like a lazy dust storm.