Matthias splashed lazily through the still flooded streets of the North District. The muck almost felt permanently attached to his paws and even though the rain had dialed back, it was no consolation for the cold now settling in. The scarred mutt shook himself simply out of habit to get some water out of his ear that quickly dripped back in. He flicked his ears on regular counts of two and scanned the murmuring street rivers with a heavy gaze.
"The sky is heavy and dark, but such a common thing to remark. Keep your head up, my dear. The wind will howl, the earth will sink, but never fear. Near, leer, deer. The deer of the forest are probably much slower, at least until the water is lower." He chuckled under his shaking breath. Coming up with simple rhymes kept Matthias' mind off of his own physical misery. His back would quiver occasionally and the temperature irritated the thin skin of his scars.
A quiet, constant panting soon caught the sentinel's attention as he wandered