The Wonders Of Winter

Her dreams were pleasant, but idly she noticed the chill in the air, even in her sleep. At six months old, she was quickly growing, but clearly she and her siblings were still very much children. She twitched in her sleep, her ears wiggling for a moment when she heard one of her sisters calling for her. "Just a few more minutes." She mumbled sleepily, but then her pillow decided to start moving. Arella had gone, and she blinked sleepily, her swirled yellow and blue eyes peering at her dark colored sister.


By the time that she called again, Lyric was more awake, and she followed after her when she left the den. "Surreal?" She called for the other girl, but stood frozen, her mouth agape when she reached the entrance of the den. Everything was shining! Shining and as white as her mother's coat, oh it was dazzling! She beamed at it, hobbling over the stairs to stand beside Arella, because as beautiful as all of this was it was still cold! "It's beautiful..." She whispered after her sister's remark - and then was whisked away by her own curiosity, bounding into the nearest pile of powdery freezing fluff. "And squishy!" She laughed, because it cushioned her fall much like a pile of leaves would.