The snow fell, long and hard. Katara pushed her horse against the stinging wind and biting flakes

“Clean this right now!Didn’t I tell you to take a bath do you take me for a fool” she now noticed the sprinkled water on my hair and face.

She headed to the adjoining bathroom to wash up and change clothing. Trenor stood outside the door, waiting diligently for her to open it once she was done.

Her clothes underneath still looked as clean as they were this morning. She dusted her jeans off, just in case, and straightened her shirt. She knew she would be meeting The Heir today, so she didn't dare look unkempt.

Duece grimaced, moving away from her a little. “Okay…well, I didn’t know you could do that,

“Hey, it’s okay!” she cooed, “I won’t hurt you!” She confessed, as the boy looked to have started to calm down. “What’s your name?” she

She quickly threw on her dirty sweat filled clothes and replaced her knife and her almost empty gun back.

When she received no response, she spoke again. “I told you to watch our daughter. So tell me, how were you watching her while you were getting drunk with twenty other people?”

"I did not know you would be coming!" Sophia said. Her voice was only loud enough to

Ian ran upstairs to take a five minute shower, and quickly dressed in a blue and black plaid shirt with some khaki shorts. He attempted to fix his hair, it was a little damp, but there wasn't time to properly dry it, so it was fine.

Eventually after stripping off his clothes and shoes, Headmaster Reardon went to the nearest shower. The warm water felt relieving.

Undeviating from his usual schedule, he headed for a quick shower after his morning’s jog, his dirtied clothing folded neatly to a side before entering the steaming shower. A few short minutes later, he made his way over to the spacious kitchen, a towel still wrapped around his wet hair.

Pebble lay in her bedding curled into a tight ball as snow fell through the entrance of the den. (I typed into chat as I stood in the rocky hole we made on minecraft.) She wrapped her tail along her nose as a crisp cold breeze brushed passed by, ruffling her fur. Waterpaw awoke blinking slowly, she yawned and stretched before padding to the broken cliff in the den that kept Pebble hostage in her

Samuel twisted both taps so spurts of warm and cold water trickled into the bath. He was more than happy to strip off, pulling off the sweat-laden t-shirt and shorts, screwing them up into a ball and taking aim at the laundry

amn, it was cold. Rafe Cabello didn’t like the winter much anyway, since it was more natural for his kind to hibernate away. That was impractical with a modern lifestyle, so he compromised by wintering in his cabin sheltered deep in the Coeur d’Alene Mountains. It was den-like and cozy, but his bear had been restless, so he’d gone for a run. Rafe had left his clothes folded neatly on the front step before transforming to his ursine side and loping through the woods.

In the white world below, an insignificant figure slowly marched forward, his steps leaving small holes in the endless path of snow, soon filled by the raging snowstorm, forgotten just as quickly. He continued as the winds almost toppled him down, relentlessly tugging at his determination. His fatigued body was draped in countless of pelts, his stiff hands hiding under slim leather gloves, and his frozen toes squirmed in his thick boots to avoid frostbite.