Balrog's eyes widened with excitement as he looked down at the woods below, the treetops swaying gently in the night breeze. His father's playful warning made him cautious, holding on tight, but eager to see what awaited them at the top. As they neared the crest of the hill, the cold air bit at his wet nose, and the soft crunch of snow under Basilisk's paws filled him with curiosity.
When his father pointed out the glass house, Balrog's fascination only grew. The moonlight reflecting off the snow made the whole scene feel like something out of a dreap. "I want to hop down!" he exclaimed eagerly, his voice filled with wounder. Without waiting for more encouragement, he carefully slid down from Basilisk's shoulders, landing softly in the cold snow.
The coldness under his paws was a new sensation, but it only fueled his excitement. Balrog immediately began to explore, his small paws leaving trails in the snow as he made his way towards the glass house. He paused every few steps to marvel at the way the snow sparkled in the moonlight, utterly captivated by this new experience. "This is amazing!" he called out, the thick of his fur wagging with joy as he looked back at his father.
