✮ A Place to Blossom ✮
Keep Moving On The deluge fell like icy needles on Spotty, but he seemed unfazed. His brown coat is soaked flat, the outer layer darkened to a near‑dark sheen. The longer hairs on his sides hang in thin, uneven strands. Water gathered at the tips and dripped down. His chest fur is matted tightly. Beside him, a broken chain was still tethered to his crude house, which looked far worse on the…










