His blue, silvery penetrating orbs which were set at a fixed direction was contrasting his pitch-black, blaring fur as he raced towards the tower where the one that overcomes his heart lies.
The raw, blurring wind blew against him but that wasn't sufficient to make him turn back and hide away from the harsh breeze.
The racing of his heart was nearly competing to the frequency of the speed in which the snow flew. He still felt the dull ache in his body and his heart was worried about her safety.
The pain and desperation in which she pleaded to him to save her were making him anxious every dying minute.
Xavier rushed Talon to move faster when they were approaching the tower.
The anxiety in his trembling form made him pass by the slight footprints on the snow that belonged to a certain vampire.
A light brown wolf that was almost the color of the sand that lay in the Sahara Desert was close behind him, following him steadily and at a safe distance.
