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[Dawali Amara]

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<3 I didn't think it'd be logical for him to be walking around, besides I never roleplay stuff happening at his place. I hope it's ok! :] Word Count: 463 - SoSuWriMo come dance with the west wind and touch on the mountain tops His legs were resting on the ground and his behind on the top level of his three-stepped stair to the wonky door of his little building. He called it a den, but it was more of a leaky, unpredictable little wooden construction. Sure, it stayed up — that wasn't the problem. It was the holes in the walls and the snow that entered through the front door if the winds were harsh enough. It was the fact that it was so small, and he daren't light a proper hearth in it to keep himself warm. And so he had figured, today, to simply sit outside. It was just as cold inside anyway. Grumpy, he nibbled on dried fish as he mumbled to himself, not quite content with his situation. So, Hemming and Ember, was it? And this winter, would it just end already? No, it would probably get tonnes worse before he got a break. Little Cambria would come tomorrow, as well, and he had to prepare for her visits. To find the herbs needed, sometimes dead animals to show her how a body worked; the importance of heads and necks and blood and such. The importance of what not to do, and how simply applying cloth could save a life. She needed to see it, not just hear him speak about it, but he was having a rough week and this was not his ideal day. Chilled winds rippled his short fur some places, and one gust broke through the wall of hair his mane consisted of. The Chief chivered audibly and made several deep-throated noises of discontent as the cold air hit his neck. No, it did not suit him at all. Perhaps when the winter was over, he could ask Hemming if he could aid him in building a better hut for himself. Or maybe he could not, it he and Ember was to be an item. Oh, this pile of dung he had put his foot in. Well, he hadn't really done anything, but still. Sometimes, perhaps, it would be better off for him if he didn't think at all. And never spoke. This little... issue of his now was always tearing at his mind whenever he had spare time, so he made sure he didn't have any spare time. Problem was, with the winter being cold and his hut unreliable, doing things all day every day made him weary as hell. He felt 6 years older than he was, and he was just waiting for his eyesight to fail, his joints to crumble and his hands to shake. Oh the glory of growing old. The red wolf male sat in his own silence and his tail was still. Cranky, sour and uncomfortably cold. This was Dawali the past two weeks.

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