Let It Snow

Misha looked up at him, huffing a sigh. She never really believed in any of that spiritual Gods stuff- unless she experienced it for herself. Her favorite topics were always far fetched from any wolf's interests. Misha got up and yawned, blinking twice. "I like the cold and snow. I've always been fond of it, I guess because I was born during a snowstorm. I love snowstorms," Misha said as her eyes lit up.

She looked up at the gray sky, wondering if the silent snowfall would get big enough and form into a snowstorm. Misha layed down in the snow, watching the sky in hopes it would snow more. It almost felt romantic to her, being with Pharos here in the quiet snowfall.