Willie was walking down a path, through the forest. It was dark out, the sky gray as the rain poured down. He was a huge softie, but with a lot of trauma. He whimpered as he shivered a tiny bit, rubbing his shoulders. He looked down at the ground, tearing up slightly as he walked faster. He sniffled softly as he looked around. Willie never really had a home. He just..found some places to go.

The rain coated his face, dripping down his chin and his cheeks. His blue eyes looked around the forest. He smiled a little, loving the rain but he was still cold. He wanted warmth, he dreamed of it.