TheWolfNextdoor

Picture the scene...A cold night where your breath condenses like a thin ghost wafting in the breeze. The frost under your feet crunches as you briskly walk back to your apartment. The street lights' glare blurs your vision, the light posts and barren trees swirling around you. The long night full of drinks has left you with insatiable appetite.

A young wolf leaning up against the wall outside your apartment. A lit cigarette burning with a bright ember as he takes in a slow drag. The fresh tendrils of smoke rising in poltergiest like movements just to be wicked away by the chilling wind. He's bundled up in a heavy parka, the fur around the hood no match for the puff of thick fur that cradles a light dusting of snow flakes sticking stubbornly just to be melted by the warmth radiating off of the boy. Long heavy tail covered in that similar ash grey fur swaying behind him.