Jimmy's in the back with a pocket of high
12-03-2014, 01:32 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-03-2014, 01:34 PM by Leo.)
Leo couldn't say winter was his favorite season. He did not enjoy the cold, having snow clinging to his russet coat, his paws being frozen and wet constantly. Those were things he could happily do without. But, as he looked out over the glittering, frozen landscape he could admit that it was an awfully pretty sight. Not as pretty as a gorgeous fea of course, but still pretty to look at all the same. He had found himself a perch on top of a fallen log that he had brushed most of the snow off of and now laid on his stomach with his head on his paws on top of it. The cold breeze ruffled his vibrant coat, but his fur had finally thickened up to its full winter weight so it didn't bother him too badly. Sapphire eyes rested lazily on the sight of the frozen lake, his pale white ear turned back behind him to listen for anyone approaching. Not that he was concerned about anyone bothering or threatening him. Actually, it was quite the opposite. He wasn't one to enjoy being alone for very long and it had certainly been far too long since he had enjoyed a girl's company. Everyone he had been around since Venus had been family. Not that he didn't enjoy his family's company, he loved them all dearly, but it wasn't quite the company he was looking to keep right now. He sighed and lifted his head, pulling himself up into a sitting position on his haunches, shaking out his fur and getting rid of a few snow flakes that had fallen onto his back. He was ready for it to be spring again, for everything to melt and for warmth to return to the lands. He glanced around, silently wondering if maybe he could find a den to use around here for the night, when a stranger's scent suddenly caught his attention. His ears perked up with interest and he lifted his gaze to see if he could find its source. It was all too clear to him that this scent belonged to a fea, one that was in heat if he wasn't mistaken. Very interesting. He wouldn't call out to her, instead waiting patiently to see if she would show herself, a small, interested smile resting on his muzzle. |