For Oberon, the novelty of snow had yet to wear off.
While at first he’d been skeptical of the white stuff blanketing Falcon Rise, he had quickly grown fond of it: the way it made everything pristine and sparkling, the way it crunched beneath his paws, the way it muffled the sounds all around, making the whole world quieter… Somehow it all felt so perfect. And with flakes tumbling down in a steady, heavy snowfall, the boy was very much in his element.
It was early yet, but he’d been tromping across the slopes for some time — enough that his coat had become caked with ice a couple of times. He’d recently given it a good shake, but that thick, black fur of his had already acquired a fresh dusting of white. He ambled along with his head level with his spine, tail swishing idly behind him.
His aimless path abruptly gained a new direction, however, with the sound of a yowling call from his sister. Oberon paused long enough to cup his ears toward the call and pinpoint where it was coming from. Then he set out again, moving with purpose — and at somewhat livelier pace.
Once he felt he was a little closer, he drew in a breath and yowled back:
His breath coalesced into a fog around his muzzle only to dissipate as he passed through it, moving on without stopping.
Sorry for the wait; spent the weekend catching up on posts I had owed for a few days. D: Glad I can jump into some new stuff now, though~!
Aug 22, 2017 08:05 PM — Post #10
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