If there was one thing White-Fang knew, it was that the cold made his bones ache and he preferred to stay sheltered during the winter months. He only truly left the labs for meals and to stretch his legs. He didn’t get around much, rarely met new beings and hardly ever wandered far from home. When it came time for his stomach to rumble loud enough, White-Fang rose to his feet and stretched his jaws with a wide yawn. The low temperatures outdoors did little to ...
