Sex: MaleSabre couldn't believe how cold it had gotten as he traveled, even though it was winter and it had been a long time coming. It wasn't that he didn't like winter but he was overly fond of it either. It was beautiful in its own way but he preferred autumn, with its colorful sights that made his eyes light light up and wonderful smells that wafted passed his nose. The season made his ears and tail prick with something deep within and made him lift his feet up a little more. Why didn't he find some place that was always like that? Cool but not cold? Always holding a beauty that never failed to impress him with its stunning colors and scenery.
Currently, he was nothing but a tightly curled ball of fur in a little hole he had dug for himself to help guard himself from the biting wind that was swirling above him. Sighing heavily, the smoke floated for a moment before it vanished into the air. For a split second, there was a rumble and the thought a storm was brewing crossed his mind before the realization of hunger dawned on him. There was a small debate about going out into the cold to find something to eat but in the end, the warmth of his hole tempted him to stay. Bright green eyes stared ahead of him, the lids slowly dropping before the finally closed and his breath slowed. His chest rose and fell steadily while the lone wolf slept calmly.