around 10pm
Broken Clouds
5 ° F, -15 ° C
God, it was cold. Not so cold that Vaken felt the need to find shelter, but cold enough that his fur was raised and nose frozen. His paws had toughened up to it, but not his face. He could feel his eyes watering from the sharpness of the air. He was thankful it wasn't snowing. He hated when it snowed at night. It helped when Circe was with him, her body warmth keeping her cozier than usual- but it still wasn’t ideal. He hadn't seen her since the morning, but her face replayed in his mind every second. He was addicted. He had never been infatuated with a women before, not beyond a puppy crush. This was something else though, it drove him mad.
A hare hung from his mouth, limply swinging in the night air. It was a gift. He hadn't eaten any of it, and he didn't intend to. This? This was for her. He was excited to show her what a good hunter he was, to offer her a late night snack. A smile was stretched out across his features, his teeth dug deeply into the creature's scruff.