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"Faith is the hope that tomorrow we can try again"

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In Ciar's humble opinion, winter was by far the most brutal season to survive in. Food became scarce, it was difficult for the she-wolf to find herself sustainable prey and the ones she did encounter were typically far and few in-between. She savored the food she did find/catch, always rationing out her catches to the best of her abilities.
The infamous cold that came with winter was just as (if not worse) then the constant hunger she faced. The cold was bitter and arduous to experience, the intense bitter feeling felt as if it had burrowed deep into her bones and made itself home underneath her skin. During this dreadful season she felt that there were no true moments where she wasn't accompanied by the frigid feeling.
Still, she would find herself walking the expanse of the frozen world around her, searching for her next meal or the next place she can find refuge in. The snow always felt mushy and uncomfortable under her paws, and she didn't like that she left such obvious marks in the snow behind her, she felt that it made it far o easy to track her down.
But the worst thing she experienced was actually the loneliness she felt. Truthfully, she missed that old fleabag Doak. During winter they would cuddle together and feed off of each other's body-heat. She missed those affectionate moments with him, she missed the warmth he provided and the security he offered her.
Snow fell overhead, a constant throughout her day. She watched the little snowflakes fall freely from the sky and coat the surrounding nature around in a powdery white.
Despite her discomfort that came with her empty stomach and the icy air that enveloped her, she knew warmer days were coming. She would push through this dreadful season and come out on the other end, better then ever.
She just knew it.

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Season: Winter
Prompt: "Faith is the hope that tomorrow we can try again"
Summary: Ciar is not a fan of winter lol. Winter is most likely her least favorite season, although I think that if maybe she wasn't a total loner she might've appreciated the beauty in winter
Anyways, I definitely rushed the writing as I originally didn't plan to write anything for this piece, but then got smacked in the face with a short bout of motivation haha. I also tried a new style of drawing so sorry if it looks a lil' goofy, im not used to the artstyle

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"Faith is the hope that tomorrow we can try again"

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In Ciar's humble opinion, winter was by far the most brutal season to survive in. Food became scarce, it was difficult for the she-wolf to find herself sustainable prey and the ones she did encounter were typically far and few in-between. She savored the food she did find/catch, always rationing out her catches to the best of her abilities.
The infamous cold that came with winter was just as (if not worse) then the constant hunger she faced. The cold was bitter and arduous to experience, the intense bitter feeling felt as if it had burrowed deep into her bones and made itself home underneath her skin. During this dreadful season she felt that there were no true moments where she wasn't accompanied by the frigid feeling.
Still, she would find herself walking the expanse of the frozen world around her, searching for her next meal or the next place she can find refuge in. The snow always felt mushy and uncomfortable under her paws, and she didn't like that she left such obvious marks in the snow behind her, she felt that it made it far o easy to track her down.
But the worst thing she experienced was actually the loneliness she felt. Truthfully, she missed that old fleabag Doak. During winter they would cuddle together and feed off of each other's body-heat. She missed those affectionate moments with him, she missed the warmth he provided and the security he offered her.
Snow fell overhead, a constant throughout her day. She watched the little snowflakes fall freely from the sky and coat the surrounding nature around in a powdery white.
Despite her discomfort that came with her empty stomach and the icy air that enveloped her, she knew warmer days were coming. She would push through this dreadful season and come out on the other end, better then ever.
She just knew it.

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Season: Winter
Prompt: "Faith is the hope that tomorrow we can try again"
Summary: Ciar is not a fan of winter lol. Winter is most likely her least favorite season, although I think that if maybe she wasn't a total loner she might've appreciated the beauty in winter
Anyways, I definitely rushed the writing as I originally didn't plan to write anything for this piece, but then got smacked in the face with a short bout of motivation haha. I also tried a new style of drawing so sorry if it looks a lil' goofy, im not used to the artstyle