The snow was pretty much melting away faster than one might have expected. There was still winter’s chill in the air however, just enough to turn breath to fog. Enough to chill and make you rub your hand together. For Frost however, it was getting warmer and he was starting to miss the cold. In the form of a small pup, he was curling in what snow remained; he was happy to just be able to enjoy what little was left. Soon enough however it would be gone, and his ability to blend in would be lost. Rolling on his back the wolfos looked to the random people about at the edge of the woods.
They were mostly like him, enjoying what little now remained, but red eyes didn’t help but notice one that went into the words. Not the edges, but the woods in truth. Following him in the snow, the canine ghost looked up at the shadow skinned and scented boil. Another student? He didn’t know, but trailing after, the wolfos wagged his tail as he approached. It was time to say hello.
