Snowsurfing

Where snow congregated, Noel had chosen to return in his search for, while not a pack, at least a friendship or more than one. Wandering was but something he enjoyed, wanderlust continual throughout his ventricles. And in the snow he was far less likely to be found. The cold would nip at ones nose, the icy wind not carrying smells so easily, or so he thought. Plus with his pelt he was able to camouflage himself. He'd learned that some time ago when he and his siblings had played in the snow. His mother, sister Tanakanaka and himself were always the last to be found in a game of hide and seek. At least during the winter, other times it was a bit difficult.

As he trotted on the snowfalls, he was careful to watch out for problems. Yet he jumped back and forth, lowering himself into a play bow. Then he'd take to rolling around in the snow as if trying to make a snow angel. No, the snows of winter were just that much fun, even when it wasn't winter. But he knew there were places where winter was a near constant. On some mountain peaks and higher elevated land there was oft more snow to be found. Not always freezing, but cold enough.

Growing tired from his solitary game, he lay upon his stomach and took a mouthful of snow into his mouth - making certain it wasn't the yellow snow which had formed after he had relieved his bladder. The cool crisp snow turned into liquid that he swallowed, re-hydrating himself after his vigorous activities.