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The weather was definitely cold out, but windy? It seemed so today, which wasn't too great for Weed. He could stand the cold, but the windy was a different story. Today though he had decided upon wearing his scarf. It was a soft baby blue, and it was more important to him than probably necessary thanks to the fact it was his very own mother who had made the scarf for him. It was a little reminder for himself that she was still with him regardless the fact she didn't live here. It wasn't that she was dead however- it was just that he had no idea where she was. Perhaps she was staying with his father, but then he wasn't too sure where his father happened to be either. There was a rumored sighting of his father over in Shadow Veil, but the canine couldn't be too sure about that. He knew his father had been born there, but as far as Weed knew the male hadn't much liked life there. In fact he had run away at about four months old to Riverclan- that was how much he didn't like it there.
Hopefully though, he would come back into contact with them soon. As for now, the scarf was doing not one but two things. Yes it was reminding him of his mother, but it was also keeping his snout warm against the cold. The weather wasn't too fun, but he had places to go and work to do. Ever since he had become an ambassador for the Frontier, things had gotten a lot more complicated for him. That was mainly due to the fact that he now held a dual-alliance with the Frontier, a sure-fire to keep track of everything going on there.
Sniffling as the cotton brushed against his nose, the male felt a sneeze coming on. Oh no, this wasn't a good time! The wind was picking back up again which wasn't good. This was about the worst time ever to sneeze with something over your nose. Why? Because when he sneezed, the scarf would surely loosen, that's why. There was no holding it back though- the feeling was just too intense for him.
Letting out the sneeze with a small "achoo!" the canine would gasp as the scarf came loose. And just as he suspected, only seconds later a huge gust of wind swept through the empty branches above him and brought his scarf up along with them.
Scarf falling gently into the branches of a tree above, the shiba inu would let out an annoyed growl. "Dangit! How am I supposed to get my scarf back when it's stuck all the way up there?" Weed would exclaim, his blue gaze narrowed as he glared up into the branches above. It was unlikely that the scarf would just fall back down to him upon the next gust of wind- the yarn had gotten quite a bit tangled on it's journey up. Oh dear, what would he do now?
♚ makaio