Wilting Desert Flower in the Snow

Wylan trotted through the Col, feeling the crunch of snow beneath his paws. He loved winter, there was something magical about the dark nights, especially when you could share them curled up with someone around a warm fire and a mug of tea in front of you. He’d experimented a lot with different herbs in teas, and what better time to try them? His wings were stretched out, and he jumped from snow drift to snow drift, Glacier at his paws.

At least, he was. The next thing Wylan knew, the little bear was zipping off through the Col. “Wait up!” Wylan called before chasing after the little creature. He immediately considered it a game of tag, and tried to catch up, but the bear was surprisingly fast in the snow!

He came to a skidded halt right outside Iggy’s den, sending snow flying in every direction. Glacier on the other hand, didn’t stop. The bear trotted right through the door, pushing it open with his snout. “Glacier! You can’t do that, you have to knock!” He called out with some exasperation, following after him. “Glacier!” he hissed, before seeing that Iggy was inside, and still in her bed. “Sorry Igg-- hey, are you okay?” He asked, realising it was unusual to find her still in bed in the morning. Since he was already half way in anyway, he came all the way into her den. Trotting over to her bed, where Glacier had already ended up. The snow white bear placed a lick directly over the sandy wolf’s face. “Glacier, manners!!”

WC: 272
Total: 588


"Wylan Fatalis"