Milki-Moon

Ice bit at his paws. Its thorned fingers caressing his tongue with every as Sebastian would breathe in the fridged air. His four soft paws crushing the sof t carpet of snow woth each step. The icy isolation soothing the lonely canine who wondered through the forest this night. He'd been walking for a long time, bed failing to provide sleep as his mind raced. He needed to clear his mind, hoping these darker thoughts would leave his mind as ice curled around them, freezing them until they dropped into the thick drifts of cold powder. He walked slowly along what in other seasons had been a path that twisted and even crossed itself when it spun a