AIN'T IT FUN - open; patrol

[MirrorEdge]

[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ — Losing a home was a first for Nora, the young tortie coming forward, the kind smile that was often on her face gone. "I'll go. Either way, the weather's going to be miserable, whether it's up here or down there." Up here, the cold chilled her to her bones, and it was clear from how fluffed up her fur was, clumps of snow half-melted in it due to her body heat. Down the mountain would be no better, with cold rain and mud up to her chest, likely.