How could it get any worse, how could life get so messed up that a simple breath was too hard to take. It really is the end.

Joker stood, the waves brushed his paws and as he looked out over the Grey sea. A thick sea mist had creeped in around the horizon and was slowly making its way to wards the beach. The hot summer had all but vanished, laid waste to this foul sea air.
Joker coughed, he hated the tang of salt on his tongue and the way that the wind stroked him. He wished he could be back in the city, just to talk, but the Night Scapers were annoyed with summer weather.

He looked behind his shoulder, the long steep bank behind him was littered with fast growing grass. The beach itself was spotless, a bright white in perfect light. But now it had suddenly taken on a dying Grey in the suns wake. The water was becoming colder too, the temperature had dropped. All of a sudden a rare thing was happening, a thunder storm ripped across the skies out to the horizon. Joker reclined to his haunches. The gentle stroking of the waves was relaxing, a true break from what had become hell.

The rare thunder storm had passed, the mist was receding and the heat was beginning to pile up. All of a sudden Joker wasn't feeling calm anymore but hot and annoyed. Annoyed at how his life had turned out and at how he was the leader of a desolate pack. The Cazar pack was under constant fire from the Night Scapers, and Joker wasn't ready to take anymore of their crap. He raised up from his haunches.

Summer really wasn't for him.