9-Days

Rough Draft. "Feel that, Soap? Finally winter. Thank god," Jaice randomly added, attempting to break the strange silence that had been built between the two dogs that were progressing through a moor, near the tree line of a neighboring forest. They had been pacing around the turf for a good three hours, searching. Hovering in the sky above, the fiery sun was preparing to set. "I thought I told you not to call me that," Somnolence sighed back, slowly coming to a stop in her tracks. The freezing ground was chilling to her paws, which hardly bothered her. She was built for this weather. Jaice on the other hand, wasn't. "Look Jaice, we should