Its paws were colder than they’d been in a long time. The wind and the air were so frigid that even midnight skies looked blue. Ice clung to its muzzle, and pain radiated up its legs and into its belly. Though its mind told the creature to run, that the running would speed up the blood and bring heat, the beast was too…tired? Worn?
A very human word came to answer the question… Disappointed.
He knew the meaning without being sure of the sound, and the weight of it was too much to bear. No, tonight there would be no running.
He padded through a sleeping yard, and at the midpoint of the lawn, well out of sight, he sank to the ground and curled into a tight ball. Beyond the glass a man rose and stood, staring out at the darkness, but unaware of any presence. The man’s oblivion didn’t stop
