Slaughter House

Marching through the snow with bouncy, carefree movements, Amos was having a grand time out and about exploring. Now that he was a yearling, not only could the boy travel long distances on his newfound lanky legs as well as successfully navigate deep snow instead of disappearing in it, but he could do it whenever he wanted and not have to worry about his parents getting mad at him for disappearing all of a sudden. Pausing at the top of one of the seemingly endless knolls, Amos eyed the way down with mischievous mismatched eyes. He the proceeded to take a running leap and dive onto the snow, sliding quickly down the slope and somehow between the top of the hill and the bottom he went from belly down to belly up, though his graceless and wild ride mostly just made him laugh rather than feel embarrassment.

Righting himself, the boy came up covered in powdery snow making him look a lot less dark than usual. Panting and trying to catch his breath the boy lay happily in the snow. Life was pretty great when you were on your own. No pesky brothers hanging around. No parents. Almost no one else around anywhere... Except- was that someone nearby? Frowning, Amos stared at the distant figure, nose twitching as he caught a few whiffs of the scent and tried to decipher why it was slightly familiar... Weird.