Shaking Up The Snowglobe

The massive brute stepped lightly through the snow, his paws tender and careful despite their size. This place appeared to be a sort of meadow, a place that should have been teeming with life. But while winter had stolen away the color, it only bestowed a new sense of beauty. Even dead flowers can be beautiful...

Series snickered at his unusually poetic thoughts and made an attempt to launch his body into a huge pile of snow. The white flakes sprayed every which way, some clinging to his sandy fur. Those that landed on his nose, however, melted on contact. Series stared as it happened again and again, his golden eyes crossed as he focused on his nose. Once he became bored again, though, the male would kick his legs into the air and roll in the snow. Muscular body would squirm playfully against the frozen ground, a youthful laugh breaking through the silence. Some wolves dreaded winter, but Series found in it a new way to play. Now, if only he had someone to spend such a snowy day with...


"Speech"

'thoughts'