Broken Antler Fen Starboy

The entrance of his father made him more comfortable, and he let the bit of rabbit fur be as he looked up at the sky. Quiet - he was glad he was mostly always exactly that. Why the flying animal intrigued him was not even known to him, let alone his parents, but he had yet to grasp what that meant. His ears swivelled from side to side, trying to pick up a sound. It was then he heard it; a chirp, as it would later be known. His big, blue eyes travelled upwards to a single branch where the bird had appeared again and a big grin was painted on his young face.

Bird! He called again, not loud enough to scare the poor creature away. His front paws clawed at the sky as he tried balancing on his hindlegs, but ultimately he failed to do so. He landed softly on his side - in the snow that had already coated his tan fur from top to bottom.