Cold hell

Prologue

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The cold breeze ruffles Canine’s fur, as he stands up, howling on the top of the mountain. Icicles grow out of Canine’s body, as he gets ready to leap into the wilderness of the snowy mountains. With one strong kick with his hind legs he pounces of the cliff, landing beside a megaloceros, instantly grabbing it by the hind leg, pulling it towards him. He lets go for a second, only to chomp down on the deer’s front leg. Hurling it towards a rock, he hopes the impact will knock the deer off its feet, and make it easier to go for the neck. But at the last second, it gets up, only for Canine to sink his teeth into it’s throat. He had succeeded. And now, he would feast. But first, he howled in triumph over his prey, as he then began his feast.

-Surviver