11-16-2018, 01:08 AM
Sigmund was... not quite prepared for the cold. He had thought he could handle it, but the sheer frigidness of the weather had been getting through to his bones lately. Of course, he would never admit it. For some reason he had always been too proud to admit when he felt less than his best. So for now, he had taken to hiding himself in the caves secluded in the territory, watching the snow fall from the inside. Frosty fingers still gripped him but he did his best to shake them off without actually getting any winter gear he needed to have.
The maned wolf hybrid had retreated into the deepest reach he was comfortable with of this particular cave. He could still see the dim grayness of the sky outside, a dreary kind of light that was characteristic of the winter months, but the wind couldn't quite reach him where he sat and he was grateful. It was still devilishly cold, but it wasn't so bad that he was chattering up a storm. Sigmund pawed at a stone on the ground. He had meant to bring a book, or perhaps even a friend, but he had forgotten both things and was now sitting in the cave by himself. Maybe he'd have to suck it up and just get his winter gear after all? As much as he enjoyed his time alone, this wasn't exactly the optimal situation. He rose.
Sigmund returned to camp looking slick. Somehow. He had chosen the least appalling gear out of the pile Videogames had scrounged up, which was a simple white coat and a black scarf. It didn't do much for his paws, but the options for those weren't something he was about to wear. He seated himself promptly near the edge of camp, his back to the wind. It was better than nothing, he supposed.
The maned wolf hybrid had retreated into the deepest reach he was comfortable with of this particular cave. He could still see the dim grayness of the sky outside, a dreary kind of light that was characteristic of the winter months, but the wind couldn't quite reach him where he sat and he was grateful. It was still devilishly cold, but it wasn't so bad that he was chattering up a storm. Sigmund pawed at a stone on the ground. He had meant to bring a book, or perhaps even a friend, but he had forgotten both things and was now sitting in the cave by himself. Maybe he'd have to suck it up and just get his winter gear after all? As much as he enjoyed his time alone, this wasn't exactly the optimal situation. He rose.
Sigmund returned to camp looking slick. Somehow. He had chosen the least appalling gear out of the pile Videogames had scrounged up, which was a simple white coat and a black scarf. It didn't do much for his paws, but the options for those weren't something he was about to wear. He seated himself promptly near the edge of camp, his back to the wind. It was better than nothing, he supposed.
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✰.:*[b] MY EYES ARE BIFOCAL, MY HANDS ARE SUBJOINTED
[font=verdana][sub]sigmund [color=white]/ 23 months / moonlight vale / storage