Description
The cold air bit your fur, the harsh winter, and the constant dogfighting and abuse took a toll on your weak body, making it smaller than most wolves your age. One day you heard gunshots, and you lift your head slightly off the ground, the leather collar on your neck and the chain secured next to your so-called dog house making it almost impossible to move your neck. Once the shots are seized you lay your head down on the dusty cabin ground. You almost drifted off until you heard the door to the cabin you were staying in bust open. You see a man and you wimper when he comes closer thinking that his going to hit you he instead took off your collar and picks you off the ground, having no energy to fit you let him. The next thing you know you are a part of a family, in a big gang of outlaws. Cover not mine!!!
winter
