On a dreary night as the snow fell vastly across the land nothing visible but the wall of white and the dull lulling lights of the city in the distance, As the Fox walked bundled up in a heavy coat, paws in his pockets with an Olive green duffle bag hanging off of one shoulder and balaclava covering all but his eyes. His eyes watery from being hit by the flurry of snow attacking his body. The snow packed under his scuffed up brown combat boots. As the path seems to get longer and longer the Fox pulls his light brown paws out of his jacket whipping his delicate dazzling Green cat like eyes gently, no cars in sight only the the lights of the city in slumber.
(I will work on more but so far with do you think?)