Redhawk Caldera Drive-thru

Oooo, the ground. It was a different ground. It was cold and wet, but before he could acquainted with it, his father swiped his tongue across his back. He abruptly lifted his head with a squeak, in lieu of being able to do much else, before returning his attention to the new ground. His nose bobbed and poked at the bits of winter that was stilling hanging in there, despite the march of spring. Slowly, he started to crawl forward, and now this his nose had a turn at inspecting the stuff his tongue took its chance. He licked and nip-gummed at the snow, sneezing as a small ice crystal tickled the inside of a nostril.