the blooms

knox sniffed slightly his eyes watering from the wink hitting everybody in sight and his teeth cold from the the wind chill.He sighed softly as did everybody it was normal at this fall of snow coming down from what it looked like considering there masters didn't let them inside."it smelling like wet dogs" knox winced feeling his fur getting more wet and more cold from the icicles starting to form.Some can handle the cold unlike him he was mostly made for forests if he would ever get to see one.He heard a story once that somebody's grandfather the last living one had tons of story's about adventures with other wolves and them transforming into there natural skins but the masters wouldn't allow it.His mom once explained it was impolite and if he ever did it he would be cast out and nobody would want him then not even her,though she had plenty of pups to go around.He hadn't seen her in ages and he wondered if she got what she deserved. The "givers" were the ones who reproduced the next line making the world go round though they aren't as popular anymore.As more and more people were against the thought of keeping them like this, knox hoped that happen one day,just not now and maybe not ever but he hoped as the wind grew colder. He closed his eyes looking at the crowd of people trying to get the one heater they we're given from there master wasn't working anymore as everybody scattered he could finally close his eyes and sleep, he hadn't done that in a while.Knox's hands went onto the cold floor and he tried to curl up but the cold wind started to get to him and smiles and closed his eyes, he started to get warmer and warmer as the pain went away... and he could feel his fathers in brace calling out to him, " i'm coming home to the forest" said knox.As he walked away into the darkness.