November 30, 2020, 02:16 PM
She could feel the coldness swift through her empty log. A shiver to the morning day, as Viola drowsily peered her head out of so. Gently so, head was cold as she gazed with an auburn look to the sky, and a wag to her tail upon the realization of what it was.
The first snowfall!
Out of the log and the dance of wolves. Her voice gave a chorus of howls as she cheered and dance like within the wilds of the world, as the snow gingerly laid around to form what it should be, or melt; none that mattered as Viola celebrated the first day of snowfall, and preparness of what the hardships of winter would soon give.
The first snowfall!
Out of the log and the dance of wolves. Her voice gave a chorus of howls as she cheered and dance like within the wilds of the world, as the snow gingerly laid around to form what it should be, or melt; none that mattered as Viola celebrated the first day of snowfall, and preparness of what the hardships of winter would soon give.