Jax hoped this was the last cold snap before spring. Sometimes if he spent too much time outside he could feel his limbs stiffening up, the sludge slowly solidifying in his dead veins. But it was never anything even comparable to the cold of Northrend, and even that bitter ice didn’t really bother him. A few occasions he felt terribly guilty, as he sat focused too hard on his carvings to notice his poor little dog starting to shiver beside him.
Jax sat alone in the recluse, studying his drink intently. Pringle was staying at his friend’s place for the evening. Hopefully, sometime soon, he’d be able to afford an apartment again. Though the rent in Stormwind was outrageous, he didn’t know where else to go.
