over the frost
Peony returns from a trip to the market.
The sweeping cold wind of Aberdeen roared throughout the streets surrounding a villa sitting just beyond a thin stretch of trees, trees that had been there for Starsky knows how long. Peony was rushing down a sidewalk, barely able to feel his aching paws. Earlier, it was far warmer - the perfect day, so he'd thought, to take a stroll down to the marketplace. A black button up shirt and slightly lighter shorts; that was it, his outfit. He didn't count on near freezing temperatures for the trek home, but this particular sector of Aberdeen was known for its devastating lows after dark every few weeks. It was mystery why this happened, but some believed the mayor had something to do with it - he controlled just about everything else, right?
I can't wait to get home! It'll be so warm, he thought to himself, trudging on with a numbing sensation spiking up his legs with each stride, I can't believe they were out of the one thing I needed! I hope we have something at home he likes ..