The snow in this area did not receive any sort of joy from Tsrmono. Even if he had the ability to feel any sort of emotions, he would have disdain towards the normally cheery white material. Having shorter fur meant he was not as built for this weather as wolves or coyotes from this area would. So, Tsrmono simply trudged through the rather frigid landscape with an emotionless face, just trying to pass through.
However, Tsrmono did not expect to find any being out here. It was simply a wolf though, brown and plain in coloration it seemed. Just as bland as the wolf was, and more so to another extent, Tsrmono approached the wolf. His only source of color on his body, the crimson streaks under his eyes, stuck out brilliantly from the rest of his fur. He stood for a second, dwarfed in size by the other canine. "Wolf," his monotone voice sounded, hollow in depth. He said nothing else. It was actually a call of acknowledgment, although anybody else probably couldn't tell since his voice was so devoid of emotion.
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