Chilly

*Minerva* · 05-20-2015, 01:34 PM

Walk | Talk | Think

Winter had finally settled in, and with it came the first snow. The little yearling had been too sickly and weak at birth to think of venturing out of the den like her siblings once they got their feet under them and were able to move about on their own, and so she had not gotten to see it from the same perspective that they had. It meant she was a year old now, well on the right path to recovering from whatever had ailed her as a child, and fully capable now of discovering what she had not been able to investigate before.

It was because of that eagerness and determination in her to catch up to her siblings and all that they had gotten to do that Minerva was out in the snow now, walking slowly through it. The cold seemed to seep all the way up her frail, spindly legs as it touched the pads of her feet, but even though it caused her to shiver her delicate features were as stubborn as ever and she refused to be fazed by it. Her purple eyes stared at it underfoot as she walked, listening to the sound of the snow crunch with each deliberate step, and again she shivered. The further she moved through it, the more she could feel it, and the more it seemed to be getting to her. Perhaps the cold was a little more incessant than she could yet handle.

But without one of her siblings accompanying her on this trip - one of the rare moments where she ventured off on her own in order to be alone with her pitiful frailty - the grey and white girl had no one to turn to but herself. She sighed, shivered yet again, and turned in place to begin retracing her steps, hoping to be lucky and stumble across somewhere she could warm up her legs before making the return trip to her family before they noticed her missing.

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