Silvertip Mountain SNOW.

He had watched his lover leave, smiling as she did so before taking a deep breath in and stretching himself. When he did, he caught the scent of the first snows. He had hoped they had another week or so - he hadn't yet managed to acquire a hide for his highness. Time never stood still for him though, and once again it outfoxed him as the snow scent filled his lungs and gleefully made him smile. He wasn't sure what he liked about the snow, he just found the sight of it falling so surreal and ethereal that it relaxed him intensely.

"The snows are here," he said as he neared Zaria's side. "I hadn't anticipated it so soon. Isn't it so pretty and beautiful, like you." His eyes turned to take in his female's form and he felt the desire for mating arise. It would be a way to warm themselves, and what better view than the first snow of the year.