The Attempt to Reconciliation Chapter 48

He staggered forward in the blizzard.

The biting cold wind hit him head-on, knocking him almost to the point of turning over several times. He lay on the ground on all fours, digging his nails into the soil, pressing his warm and weak abdomen against the cold iron ground, and crawled forward.

The hair on his forehead was blown back, and a layer of skin was almost wiped off the tip of his nose. Large snowflakes poured directly into his eyes. He had to close his eyes and bury his head in the shaky tent constructed by his front paws. Waiting for the wind and snow to subside in the small, swaying triangular safe zone.

The hair that had not been combed for a long time was covered with mud and was frozen into ice by the sub-freezing temperature. It then melted under the infiltration of snow water and became a wet, cold, thick and sticky unknown liquid that smelled fishy.

His hair should be fluffy and soft, but now it was stuck into strands. When he tried to lick it away, he could only get a bitter earthy taste.