The weather, typically a topic for those who had nothing else to talk about, could most interestingly be brought into conversation now, as it was significantly peculiar, enough to get the attention of one red merle australian shepherd wandering about the southernmost part of the area.
The skies were growing darker, dark clouds raiding the skies, cooling the air already chilly from the land's close proximity to the icey waters nearby. The wind was just as unforgiving, adding to the already almost unbearable temperature of the environment.
Harvey Butler was used to grey, rainy, chilly days back in his old hometown of London, but being used to something didn't make one immune to the effects. Just as an individual often bitten by venomous reptiles wasn't impervious to a cobra's defense, Harv, despite his dealing with cold weather, could still feel the breeze nipping at him.
A shiver ran over his body, and he was glad his pelt was longer than most, thanks to his breed. After his friends had left the home he'd previously only been staying in as a tenant (as now, he more or less owned the place), the cockney dog found himself back to his old hobby of adventuring about the land in search for friends, possible pack choices, or even amusing landscapes, something to keep his attention, and make him forget how alone and uncomfortable he was.
It had grown much darker than when he'd started off from Halifax, and looking up, Harvey could almost swear the clouds took on a more purplish tint, like a violent, violet smog overtaking the starry blanket that should have been blessing Nova Scotia's inhabitants with it's lovely appearance.
He looked around, half hoping he'd run into something with shelter to offer, or perhaps a small enclosed area away from the chill of the wind. Anything would work if he could warm himself up.
A sudden swirl of yellow and orange erupting from the ground caught his eye, and he turned, hardly able to see the source.
A... Wait. Is tha' a... Fire?
Lightening hadn't seemed to start (not yet, at least, though it looked as if it could and be expected), so the Brit could only assume that if the object really was a fire, somebody had to have started it.
Right?
It wouldn't hurt to investigate either way, he thought, because if it were a fire, he'd enjoy the fire more than just about anything at the current moment. If not, he'd freeze either way. Harvey wasn't fearful of hypothermia, thanks to his coat and the fact that it probably felt cooler than what it was, but he wasn't about to pass up warming up next to a flame.
The red-blotched male turned, and headed for the light.
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