Do You Wanna Build A Snowman?

Alright, so snow wasn't too bad. Once you got past the fact it was cold. Cold sucked, but snow was beautiful. He supposed that to witness it's beauty that he would endure the cold. It seemed an okay enough trade. The boy found that he was willing more and more to adventure in it, wanting to see more of the world, though he was trying his best not to worry his parents by wandering off by himself. Oh how he wanted to see more of the world! To walk and see it all! They said that what they could see was just a small part of it, so how small was it? What would he see when the snow was gone from the world, and color returned as they said it would?

Shrike was, surprisingly, awake at that particular hour. He had stirred from his sprawled position, moving carefully. It was the dead of night, and even the mocha and foam boy had respect for his family enough not to jostle them about at this time. He enjoyed his sleep after all, so he wasn't going to disturb their peaceful dreams.

Outside the wind howled, it's lonely cry echoing on the wind. Shrike would rise to his paws, casting a look at his slumbering family. Just a few minutes, he would think to himself, and then he would come back in. Paws would lead him to the entrance, the cold biting at his face. He would wrinkle his nose, fluffing up his little coat as he pressed out into the cold world grasped in the night.

From the sky a light snow fell, falling down around him. Such beauty and peace... the world was still. His breath was expelled in white mist, ears perked as his bi-colored eyes took in what they could. He wished the world would be this beautiful for every day to come with his family. That this, his father's kingdom, would forever hold such an essence of tranquility. Shrike would turn to the side of the den, starting to roll some of the snow with his nose. He noticed that it would bunch together, and after a while form a ball. He wanted to make a really big one before he went back in. It could be a present for his family! A... a watch snowball for the den! Yeah! Shrike would give a wag of his tail as he focused on rolling, feeling quite pleased with himself.

"Speech!"
'Thoughts!'