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

The girl was miserable. There was nothing she hated just as much as the cold, nothing she feared save the cold. The kind of cold that purged from her all warmth, had her bones freeze and her body shiver. And then to be shoved into a den with all the others, stuffy and tight and uncomfortable...

she did not greet the pups the way Nikai did, though stuck close to the side of her sibling. Rapidly approaching five months, she was quite a but bigger then the pups but smaller than the rest if the adults; unbeknownst to her, she would always occupy a petite frame. Sitting, she squared her shoulders, feeling as if she wanted to scream at the weather and the other's and the horribly crowded den, obviously taking the whole situation much poorer than Nikai. And yet, she held her tongue, gaze drifting to land on the other's one by one.