Stone Circle Do you want to build a snowman? It doesn't have to be a snowman.

Chaska shut his trap at how Steady looked at him. The look of agitation was enough, and he rested his head down on his paws. Until other wolves started suggesting he tell a story. So he thought up a quick one, a rhyme of snow. 

"All right then, I'll start one" he said, then cleared his throat to begin. "The outside is cold, where only the bold would venture. The sky is grey, and everything seems rather dire. Speckles of white fall from the sky, and the birds no longer cry. The trees are bare and white, something that would give squirrels a fright. 

It may look bad from here, but please lend me your ear. For we have each other, and together there is nothing to fear.

The ground is covered in snow, the wind it harshly blows. Like a hoot from an owl, yet soon it turns into a howl. The deer have run away, to far greener and brighter days. They have warmth and food, and all we can do is brood.

It may look bad from here, but the light is so very near. For we have each other, and together there is nothing to fear." He smiled lightly to everyone, having finished his little rhyme. And gave a longer smile to Evelyn. Slowly he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, missing any good words to his rhyming tale.