Winter Star [AW]

Winter had fully deepened, and Taliesyn was in full shag carpet mode. Wangui had braided his thick mane and tail into plaits, keeping it from tangling in the winds and wet, but for the most part he was as shaggy as a Shetland or Icelandic pony.

As was his norm, he returned to the Dancefloor, scraping snow cover from the grasses. He’d taken to browsing scrub as well, well accustomed to the winter seasons by now after eight years of life. He knew where to look to feed himself.

He was muzzle deep in the snow at current, munching the brown winter grasses. The snow didn’t seem to fall as thickly here in the west, but he didn’t mind the cover that did fall. It was peaceful, and he could track the ground ahead of him to see what had passed before, and know if he needed to be watchful.

Isolde spiraled above, keeping watch, and Wangui shivered on his back, soaking up the warmth from the contact of her rump with him. He’d have to see about finding some way for her to better weather the winter season. He knew Man once wore skins of cloth – clothes, his mother had called it. Perhaps there was a way to clothe the lemur.

Isolde shrieked softly, a warning of another creature in the area, and the stallion lifted his head, scanning the surroundings for himself, ears pricked in the thick mane and winter fur.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think