Luka
While Finn seems to be struggling with the cold. Luka seems to be thriving. Bundled up with a thick coat and hat to cover his ears, fur lined boots on his feet that crunch through the snow as he darts along the streets, the pup is having the time of his life. So much so that he doesn't even notice the man carrying the frame, causing his to run right into the back of his legs, going sprawling across the icy cobblestone streets. His lower lip wobbles dangerously for a moment, a sniffle caught in his too cold nose, whatever snot that could be there frozen.
"M'sorry..." He mumbles, wiping off his scraped hands on his pants, grimacing as they sting when the grit is pressed further into the scratches on his palms that are already starting to well up with a bit of blood.
"M'sorry..." He mumbles, wiping off his scraped hands on his pants, grimacing as they sting when the grit is pressed further into the scratches on his palms that are already starting to well up with a bit of blood.
And when I wake tomorrow I'll bet
That you and I will walk together again
That you and I will walk together again
