Golden Glade Only Miss The Sun When It Starts To Snow

Her father's soft words and affection quietened her yearn for attention, quelling her steadfast frame into a slack ball of fur around his paw. With her round blue eyes peeking out from behind him towards Eden, she noticed other white things, lots of white everywhere in fact. And it was cold.

Whilst her parents talked and Kieran yawned, the youngster's focus turned from that of blissful greeting to innocent curiosity. Quietly, she rose to her paws and gazed up at her father briefly, unawhere or simply not able to understand the vast majority of their speach. Nevertheless, she gathered the general meaning of tunnels, warm and play. Sorrel brushed her muzzle in the snow, the fact that her excitement had worn off making her shiver slightly as she gathered a mouthful of the frigid stuff in her maw.

She glanced between both mom and dad as she waddled back to Kieran, not wanting to play just yet. With an affectionate squeak, she deposited her 'snowball' on his forehead and accompanied it with a flurry of licks. He may be a soft brown potato that Sorrel liked to use as a bed, but he was family, and deserved the same level of fondness, however icy (or slobbery) that may be.