The wind pounded the group of anthro's. All of the horses died from the cold, supplies where at a all time low, people dropped dead from starvation or the cold. One horse remained but it was used for holding supplies and weapons, the sky was grey, snow slowly fell from the sky. But in the distance a large darker cloud could be seen, it's force could be felt a mile away. the wind wiped across the face's of the anthro's. The year is 1862, the Civil War is currently happening. As hope slowly faded from the group a shinning light was spotted. The light was like the gates of Heaven. The group rushed to the light, and what they found was better than they expected. A large cabin, it looked like it could help wait out the storm.
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