December 05, 2014, 04:58 PM
The sky was overcast and gray. A light flurry, the first snow of the season, frosted the dried grasses on which he was grazing and sprinkled his russet hide with wet snowflakes. Rusty shook his antlers as a fat snowdrop landed squarely on his nose. The stag lifted his great head and stared out over the landscape, frowning at the wintry scenery.
He hated winter. For his kind, it was a time when they struggled merely to survive. Snow was the bane of their existence. It blanketed the ground, making the plants on which they subsisted much harder to access. It also made escaping from predators nearly impossible. The deep snow drifts trapped them.
The buck lowered his head and continued to graze. Soon, he would eat his fill and seek shelter in the forest.
@Fox
He hated winter. For his kind, it was a time when they struggled merely to survive. Snow was the bane of their existence. It blanketed the ground, making the plants on which they subsisted much harder to access. It also made escaping from predators nearly impossible. The deep snow drifts trapped them.
The buck lowered his head and continued to graze. Soon, he would eat his fill and seek shelter in the forest.
@Fox