The pitch black tom was easily seen out in the open, the snow started to fall rapidly while his green eyes scanned the area for any shelter. He continued his way down the foresty path his eyes darting around to see if he could find anything, he suddenly stopped his muscular figure relaxing as if he had stopped something. Indeed he had, he had found a lone den to call his own, his eyes shone as he made his way into the den to claim in he rubbed the stone walls with his fur then went outside to collect anything for his nest
