Snow time like the present!

Baecette had been content to rest in the comfort of their den, curled up in the furs their father had brought in for them all to lay on. With so many bodies, even though it could be cold closer to the exit of their particular den into the tunnels, inside it was nice and cozy. He had been drifting in and out of sleep, an ear giving the occasional flick as his siblings did this or that. As much as he wanted to go outside as well, he knew they would not be allowed until their mother and father said they could go. All he could do was wait, an eye popping over every so often to make sure his siblings were still in the den. He was mostly worried about Vitani; she couldn’t see, and that made her prone to wandering well, pretty much anywhere. Then she’d put her maw around whatever she could, including mother’s herbs. Ink always got huffy when she did that, scruffing his sister, though their mother was far more forgiving as she redirected her child.

Then, at last, their mother was giving them instructions. You wouldn’t have guessed that the boy had been dosing as he jumped to his paws, an eager grin forming on his lips. “Yes! Let's go! Gav get up you’re gonna miss it!” If it wasn’t for the fact they were about to see something new Baecette would have been more gentle with his little brother. Instead he somewhat roughly yanked the winged boy up, a whine of complaint and a quick, sheepish smile given to apologize before Baecette was following after their mother and other siblings. It was hard not to try and rush ahead… thankfully the bodies before him prevented Baecette from doing anything too reckless.

The noise their mama talked about grew louder and louder, thunderous as the large amount of water cascaded from somewhere high above. He had thought the roof of the cave was massive, but as Baecette stepped out into the wider world he could see it was actually just as tiny as Gav, if not smaller. He draws in a breath and exhales excitedly in a puff of white smoke. “Woah!” He isn’t sure what is the best part; the water, his breath, or the cold, soft stuff at his paws. He rushes past Nova, Jericho, Sou, and their mother to race toward Vitani before flopping bodily beside her in the snow. The crunch was satisfying, and with zero hesitation Baecette buried his face in it, wiggling as the cold made his flesh tingle. It is then, and only then that he glances toward Tani, grinning.

“Does it taste good?” Knowing her she’d already tried to eat some.

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