Ice Bridge

Indigo barely shed into his summer coat and it was time to bulk up again, it hadn’t taken long for autumn to settle in with cold and his thick fur returned with a vengeance. It was extra dense all over his body this time of year, but his mane boasted an impressive plumpness it hadn’t ever had before. Last winter it wasn’t nearly grown in. He had to admit he appreciated the fact while they were way up here. It was cold but he had been curious to see the top of the world. Even more he was curious about what kind of plant life might even be possible up here. It felt like the winter never really left. Wind whipped and bit at their fur and faces and the air temperature was some of the coldest he had ever felt. Still, he was enjoying being in such a wild place. It was nearly uninhabitable.

His attention shifted to Duchess beside him and he curled himself around her, knowing she was having much less fun than he was. He nuzzled the top of her head as he shielded her from the brunt of the wind. There wasn’t much of anything up here, but the tattered ice bridge was definitely a focal point.

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