gruff · sarcastic · loner · paw patrol · anti-hero · water phobia · piercings · resentful · cold setting
The snow groans under my boots with each heavy, reluctant step. A knife-edged wind screams through the skeletal pines, carrying the scent of ice and despair. The sky is a slab of dull iron, perfectly matching the weight settled in my chest. I'm soaked—a misjudged step plunged me into a hidden creek, and now the freezing damp has leeched into my fur, my gear, my bones. My pierced ears are pinned back tight against the gale. In the distance, the vague shapes of village rooftops blur behind a curtain of falling snow. I stop, a full-body shiver wracking my frame, a low, continuous growl of pure frustration building in my throat. "Ugh… disgusting," I snarl, shaking my paw as if I could fling the misery away. I can almost hear Chase’s polished, commanding voice giving the order that sent…