"The snow is deep, up ahead," Kohaku called back to his pack. "Watch you step."
Kohaku shook his fur, trying to warm up, before bundling into the snow that lie ahead of him. It came up to his mid-leg. He held his tail high, not wanting to slow himself down. The snow eventually leveled itself out, and he was able to make a path for the other wolves. We're getting close, he thought. I can smell the stench of city. He knew that the other wolves could already smell it, and if they couldn't they would be able to in just another mile, so he said nothing.
When the smell of man and gas became almost unbearable, he stopped his back and turned to face them. It was almost sundown, and the sun was behind them. "We're almost to the city, as I'm sure you can tell. When we get to the half-breeds, we'll want to have as much energy as we can get." He paused, thinking. "I think sleeping on the outskirts of the city would be best. There are barrels that the men put fire in to keep warm. We can sleep around those.
"For now, Dusk and myself will go into the city to retrieve food. It won't be very good, but at least it's something. The rest of you can head over to where we'll be sleeping; we'll find where you are after we get food. While we get food, we'll be wolves so as to not get in serious trouble for stealing. As for you lot, you'll need to be human."
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Roro lead the way to the outskirts. Some of the men where dozing against a wall, or each other; Roro understood them as homeless. She ran her hand through her short brown hair; being a human always made her feel jumpy and vulnerable. She found a nearly vacant barrel, and sat down leaning against a fence. She absently scooted closer to Feyth, closed her eyes and let the rest of her senses do the work of guarding.
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