Snow Maybe About It... Let's Have Fun!

The only time Morendo had been off of the island was that one trip they made to The Hallows border. Other than that he had been born and raised on the tropical island. He did not necessarily have an issue with that and had not really asked to go off the island for any reason, but when he overheard Athena and Cerberus making plans about going to the mainland to see the snow it peeked his interests. He had heard about snow before in the stories about the world he received from his mother and there was even a song she taught him during their music lessons that included mentions about the icy precipitation, but he had never seen it. It hardly got cold enough to be considered chilly on the island so he assumed there was no way for snow to fall here. He did not have much of a concept of how different weather could be from place to place yet, but he supposed he was about to find out. He half talked them into letting him go and half invited himself along since he knew the only way his father and mother was going to let him go was if he went with quite the entourage. Surely two older wolves and a whole group of mastiffs, including the black and white ones he called his own, were enough to consider him 'safe' out in the world.

They crossed over the bifrost that would lead them up to the northern continent, his two-toned gaze taking everything in from the grove they passed through to get to the land bridge to the rocky mountain range that towered up ahead of them the further up they went into Boreas. The difference in temperature surprised him since he had never experienced anything so cold and he shivered a bit under the fur he had been given to wear for the trip. They started to see their first glimpses of snow as they moved up into the mountains and in the small break Athena had them do to rest from the long walk he spent the time crunching through the small patches of snow and feeling the odd, but satisfying way it crushed under his paws and left a trail behind him as he walked. It was kind of like snow in that way, but more firm and certainly far more cold. It held its shape better as he nudged it around and that was already giving him ideas. He liked to build things with the wet sand out by the shoreline... Maybe he could do something similar with the snow.

They continued on their journey and eventually Athena led them up onto a wide plateau that was smooth and untouched with an even layer of snow all the way across. While Athena was getting their camp set up he walked toward the edge of the plateau, looking out over the wide expanse of land in front of them with awe, looking at the snow capped mountains and the icy, cold world that reached as far as he could see. Being able to see his breath was a new experience as well and as he sang a quiet note it made a column of steam in front of his nose which he found very amusing. He turned away from the edge and went to a wide patch of snow a short distance away from where Athena was building their campfire and he started scooping up some of the snow into a mound, experimenting with how well it would hold as he pressed it together.

He looked up when Athena asked them what they thought of it and he gave her a soft smile, replying, "It is. I like it." He was a reserved boy of few words usually, especially if he was not super familiar with someone, but considering the fact that he was relaxed and sculpting snow it was pretty obvious he was enjoying himself. It all made him quite glad that he had managed to wiggle his way into their trip so that he could experience all of this. Maybe once he was older like Cerberus he would be able to travel more, but that would probably require him to train in his fighting more so that his father would allow it, which was not exactly what he really wished to do. His thoughts were pulled back to Athena as she asked what they wanted to do first. He answered her next question by scooping up more of the soft, white snow and piling it up onto the sculpture he was making. He was not even sure what he was making yet, but it was shaping up to be some kind of abstract tree shape so far.

His mastiffs, Forte and Mezzo, came over and began helping to scoop up more of the snow for him, creating a pile beside him to pull from for his sculpture similar to what they would do with wet sand on the island when he was playing on the beach. He did not often build sand sculptures since he did not like the feeling of the sand getting stuck between his toes and around his claws, but every once in a while he would and his companions were good partners in his creative endeavors. He continued to build up this tree-like shape, curious to see how tall he could make it. At some point one of the 'branches' fell and scattered into a broken pile of snow, but he did not mind. He chuckled at the snow that splintered off and dusted his fur and then proceeded to start building up a second column of snow, connecting the two into a wobbly, branching arch of sorts.

WC: 962
Total: 1572/1500

"Morendo Klien"