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Draco was sitting on a small clump of a mixture of snow and ice. "Bur it's cold out here" He said to himself. Draco was in his ferret form right now and was hunting for some mice or something to eat. His belly growled. "I know I know your empty" He grumbled.
Argento was sitting in front of a large tree stump his swords stabbed in the center. He was meditating ignoring the bitter cold of winter. a shiver ran up his spine but, he remained silent and obedient listening to the sounds of nature's and a babbling brook that ran near by. He could sense almost everything going on behind him by mere sound and nothing more.