The sun peered down from its perch from the highest peak in the sky. Despite the vibrant glow teasing for warmth, it was still as cold as the night. No snow had fallen yet, but it would no doubt be soon. Within the month. This day was too clear to promise any snow. Bob continued forward stoically. The wind chills and occasional bird flying overhead had no luck in breaking his stone-like concentration. It had been months now since he had last seen Riot. The thought of their parting, among other events, continued to press against his mind.
A visible sigh passed his breath and seeped through the front holes in his steel mask. The brittle grass under his paws crinkled and cracked softly as he pressed forward. The path before him was so fast and flat. He had wondered so far from the desert now. Even the hills seemed to have vanished below the surface of the world.
Shila:came pawing across a hill. She was extremely fortunate the day was cool but not overly warm. Deciding to treat down the mountains she headed for the path. She thought about her cave and then about fishing. She could use some practice maybe she could practice on making a spear she thought.
