The day was cold. Icy, in fact. However, it was strange that it was not snowing for the temperature was well below freezing. Argus didn't mind the weather. He rejoiced in it. Although, today he was probably too inebriated to enjoy it.
The arctic fox-wolf sat along the pony wall outside that seperated nature's luscious green and civilization's lifeless concrete. He looked up into the sky and then sunk his head down into his shoulders as he took a long drag of his cigarette. He sat for a long while, his long scraggly neon blue hair covering his eyes. This annoyed him. He ran his white fingers along his scalp, pushing the locks out of his way but soon argued his own decision and pushed them down across his face. He constantly did this action over the course of a half-hour before deciding to leave it be and let his bangs lightly touch his muzzle.