Shrike moved with wild abandon through the snow. It was kicked up in every direction as the young man romped around, laughing and trying to catch the falling flakes on his tongue. Laughter spilled from his maw, the youth having a wonderful time. There was no threat of Hellstrom anymore, though Shrike didn’t truly believe they were gone. No... They were just licking their wounds.
But if they dared show their faces here in Alacritia again his family would stand against them once more! Shrike would bound into the snow, sending another flurry forward as he practically face planted into the stuff. He’d let out a loud laugh, tail wagging as he flopped down. Goodness he loved winter. It was a wonderful time of year! He’d roll onto his back, looking up at the gray sky. If only every day could be so perfect.