Cain's paws touched the dirt path that led through the woods.  The ground of the woods were covered in a thin layer of snow and frost. Some frost clung to the tree branches and a few icicles hung down.

His ears were pricked, acoustics cupping any noise that might come to them but the only sounds were the chirping of the birds in the treetops and other small animal noises.


the bottom of his pads burned with each step, but he kept going. there was a old abandoned church in the center of the forest that he could take shelter in there for a few moments to get out of the cold air. he liked the winter. it was refreshing and cleansing but most probably didn't like it.

his lower jaw dropped, salmon tongue lolling out and resting over his bottom two canines as he panted slightly.