playing in the (early) snow

The smaller boy almost let out a noise of protest as Martis let him go and began their climb to freedom. Sunlight suddenly streamed into the den and it was as though the storm had never happened. He followed after, but getting out of the tiny space was much more difficult than fitting inside. Mort declared it safe and disappeared from the entrance. The little white wolf, now peppered with dark brown dirt over his red and black markings, emerged into the perfect world.

The pristine landscape gave way to the sight of the winged boy as he pranced through the powdery substance like he couldn’t contain his joy. Hikaru couldn’t fault him, after surviving a near death experience, and being greeted with this? Kaiyo looked around in awe, but his stormy eyes were quickly drawn back to the Armada prince.

The massive yearling came to a skidding halt, but right before Hika decided to get out of the way he stopped, nose to nose with the little koi. Kaiyo blinked up at him, a grin playing on his features at his friend’s enthusiasm. He was like no one else Hikaru had ever been around, he was much more like him than anyone Kaiyo could call family.

He was swiftly reminded of the cold despite the snow and he nodded quickly. Onward to this new path, Kaiyo looked forward to it all.