Blackfeather Woods Nobody can get a tan in the moonlight

By then he should have probably realized that Anna was not going to appear that day, but keelut was too invested into seeking her to think rationally. He'd wasted half his day figuring snow out, and the other half walking in circles, hoping that Anna would appear in the next corner. Today, for some reason, Keelut was not feeling completely giggly as it was usual.

Then her calls grew nearer and louder. This was definitely not Anna, her voice was easy to tell apart from others. This was Astrid looking for him again, as thought it was her job to keep him on a leash, but somewhere along the way it became a game of hide and seek where Astrid was the seeker, and Keelut was the winner. His coat blended with the white around him, betrayed only by his giggling -which had returned to it's uncontrollable state- and from wherever his corporeal sister's voice rang, the guileless child slithered away.