Cold!

His father tightened his grip to give Poetry a hug, and the boy eagerly leaned into the affection. For now, the youngster enjoyed all the hugs and kisses his parents could possibly lavish on him, the embraces and gentle licks instantly causing him to smile and even giggle a little. He was so terribly loved, and could feel it each and every day. He looked up to Sparhawk with adoration, thinking him the biggest and strongest wolf in the world and he was his dad.

The dark man thought a moment on his son’s questions, then removed a paw from beneath him. Poetry couldn’t help a little grumble from puffing up his lips, turning to look where his father was reaching. He listened closely, and when the snow crumpled he giggled quietly; see? So strong. He looked back up with bright blue and lavender eyes, earnest in his listening. A cave sounded so fun! And a snow wolf?! The boy nearly started to vibrate with all the fun possibilities but he stayed put in his father’s arms. He hadn’t really given it much thought, obviously, but the snow did melt into water. Huh, interesting. He supposed eating cold snow would be okay in an emergency, but he certainly didn’t like the idea - wouldn’t that make him even colder?!

Quickly, he dashed all thought of eating snow away and jumped up, pouncing a few feet away. He turned and faced Sparhawk with a grin, his face full of wonder. “Da! Build a snow wolf with me! Please please please?!” He dropped into a play bow, his rear end wriggling in the air from his tail fluttering about wildly, anxiously awaiting his father’s answer.