Embed Notice

I feel like I'm standing on the mountains watching the "new year" come racing towards me. My hoodie is pulled up around my face and my shoulders tight and strained against the bracing cold winds.

"Happy New Year," I mumble into the wind.
Whistling for my swamp panther Zara who slides in from the shadows to my side, we make our way to cover. The year is coming, but we will be ready...