Nemo trudged through the snow, pulling his robe tightly around him in a vain attempt to keep the frigid wind from cutting through him. Struggling to catch his breath in the freezing temperatures, he wondered where the blizzard had come from. Not one person in the last town he passed through mentioned the mountain could have weather this horrid. Hightailing it back to that town wasn't really an option, either. The blowing snow was making it next to impossible to tell which way was which. Wondering if he could find a tree or something to set on fire and hopefully fend off the inevitable hypothermia, he squinted over his frosted, fogged-up glasses and tried to make out something nearby. Either his mind was being far more optimistic than usual, or that blurred outline was a cabin.
Approaching and finding himself somewhat relieved his state of mind was the same as usual, Nemo went up to the cabin's door, knocking a couple times. He barely waited for an answer before trying the knob, since his legs, what little he could feel of them, were ready to give out. The door was unlocked, swung open and he quickly stumbled inside, accidentally slamming it behind him in his haste to block the wind and snow. Wincing at the noise, he glanced around the interior, hoping the residents wouldn't be too upset.
Even half-blind since his glasses were currently unusable, he could tell he wouldn't have to worry. The small foyer of the cabin was dim, dusty and decorated with an unhealthy supply of cobwebs. From the look of it, nothing with less than eight legs had called this place home for years. Still, there was always the possibility of other stranded travelers or it just belonging to someone with no motivation at all when it came to cleaning, so he waited and leaned against the door.
"Anyone here?" Nemo called out, listening for any sort of movement over the howling wind outside.
Approaching and finding himself somewhat relieved his state of mind was the same as usual, Nemo went up to the cabin's door, knocking a couple times. He barely waited for an answer before trying the knob, since his legs, what little he could feel of them, were ready to give out. The door was unlocked, swung open and he quickly stumbled inside, accidentally slamming it behind him in his haste to block the wind and snow. Wincing at the noise, he glanced around the interior, hoping the residents wouldn't be too upset.
Even half-blind since his glasses were currently unusable, he could tell he wouldn't have to worry. The small foyer of the cabin was dim, dusty and decorated with an unhealthy supply of cobwebs. From the look of it, nothing with less than eight legs had called this place home for years. Still, there was always the possibility of other stranded travelers or it just belonging to someone with no motivation at all when it came to cleaning, so he waited and leaned against the door.
"Anyone here?" Nemo called out, listening for any sort of movement over the howling wind outside.
There was a slight whimper from behind a large barrel when the door slammed shut, although it probably couldn't have been heard at the time.
A fox cub huddled back into the shadowy corner of the room, her white winter coat dark with dust and grime and her ribs showing through her fur. When she heard the voice, she had no idea hwat to do. She had been raised for her short life with a human and so trusted them. She briefly poked her head out from behind the barrel and whimpered again.
A fox cub huddled back into the shadowy corner of the room, her white winter coat dark with dust and grime and her ribs showing through her fur. When she heard the voice, she had no idea hwat to do. She had been raised for her short life with a human and so trusted them. She briefly poked her head out from behind the barrel and whimpered again.
Nemo thought he heard something, but it certainly didn't sound like a person. Writing it off as one of the noises an old house and horrible weather makes, he carefully pushed himself away from the door and staggered deeper into the cabin. Conjuring a small sphere of light in the middle of the room so he had at least a vague idea of where things were, a bit of squinting and examining the furniture by getting it an inch from his nose suggested the next room he'd come to was a den.
Stumbling toward the wall he thought had a fireplace, he failed to notice the knee-high wooden table between the dusty sofa he'd just been eying and it. The tripping over, landing on and breaking of said table happened faster than Nemo could even register in his current state.
Groaning and hoping the furniture was all he'd broken, he rolled off the pieces onto his back. "This really isn't my day." He commented, staring at the blurred ceiling. After a moment, he rummaged around in his pockets for a handkerchief to wipe off his frosted glasses with, since the being half-blind in unfamiliar territory thing wasn't as easy to adapt to as he'd expected.
Stumbling toward the wall he thought had a fireplace, he failed to notice the knee-high wooden table between the dusty sofa he'd just been eying and it. The tripping over, landing on and breaking of said table happened faster than Nemo could even register in his current state.
Groaning and hoping the furniture was all he'd broken, he rolled off the pieces onto his back. "This really isn't my day." He commented, staring at the blurred ceiling. After a moment, he rummaged around in his pockets for a handkerchief to wipe off his frosted glasses with, since the being half-blind in unfamiliar territory thing wasn't as easy to adapt to as he'd expected.
The only thing clean on the young fox appeared to be the copper disk attached to a red collar that said "Keera, Property of Doc."
She slowly crawled out from her hiding spot and followed the man. She let out a startled yelp as the furniture broke beneath him and scampered away into another little hideyhole, her claws skittering on the hard wooden floor, whimpering the entire time.
After a few more seconds of hiding, she slowly creeped out of the hole and slunk towards Nemo, coming up to him and she placed one of her little paws on his shin and let out a low whine.
She slowly crawled out from her hiding spot and followed the man. She let out a startled yelp as the furniture broke beneath him and scampered away into another little hideyhole, her claws skittering on the hard wooden floor, whimpering the entire time.
After a few more seconds of hiding, she slowly creeped out of the hole and slunk towards Nemo, coming up to him and she placed one of her little paws on his shin and let out a low whine.
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