Story of My Life (Mating Thread)

His golden optics watched with admiration as the sounds of the birds surrounded and echoed throughout his lobes. The birds had been moving south, for some of them are to be laying their eggs in warmer climates. Winter would be surrounding most of the lands soon, and this land will be getting hit quite fiercely since snow seemed to be everywhere you turned here. With a small sigh, the alabster brute walked on through the thick snow that was somehow forming. He turned his head and stopped a couple times so that he could make sure that his mate was doing well with walking through it, and was not showing signs of being too cold.

"Trica, if you wish to stop, we can," he would say, his golden eyes shimmering with concern as the cold wind blew across his pelt, but, he did not show signs of being cold at all. In fact, he was rather enjoying it.