I Don't Know Why, I Don't Know Why
He walked through the columns of the trees, his eyes wide. All around the two puffy flakes of snow began to fall, clinging to the vagabond’s soft fur and piling on the curve of the monkey’s back. It was beautiful.
Eura, usually one to complain about the cold, kept her face turned to the sky, her mouth hanging open, waiting to catch the fuzzy snowflakes as they fell. Rogdar turned his head back to look at her and laughed briefly before he began to move again. Even in the particularly cold winter the pine trees kept their vibrant green sprays of needle-like leaves while the bare branches of oaks clawed at the sky. He gave a quiet “Hmm.” As he observed the lower hanging branches of the grey barked trees and tested the weight of one by lacing his front paws over its width and pushing down. It seemed sturdy enough.
Eura quickly clambered down the slate wolf’s back, and easily scaled the body of the great tree with the natural skill of her species. “Hey! Wait for me!”He called, his companion already three branches above him and chittering mockingly from above.
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