Shelter

We headed north for a day, or what i thought was north, to be honest, I couldn't tell. The pain from my leg was making my mind blur and each passing minute was pure agony. Nutmeg was beginning to tire and the pups, well I had to pick them up a while back, they kept on falling behind. I suppose I'm lucky in some ways, one of them been that it's spring and not winter but the wind is still cold, its always so cold...

Hope I make this book as good as the last one.
Also, the art doesn't belong to me.
Photo credit goes to some great artist, I tried finding them, it didn't work.