Ravensblood Forest half-sweet white chocolate mocha

It had snowed overnight. Mink woke to find his body covered in a thin dusting of ice flakes, and while he was enamored by the look of it, he was also decidedly unhappy. It was too early for snow. Snow meant everything was going to get more difficult for everybody, that the autumn was finally leaving. Then, he remembered the storm he had been watching out to sea - it had never arrived. Was it an omen, then? An oncoming winter that would be harder than those before it? He got up and stretched, thinking of ill-tidings to come, and tried to ignore the sensation of foreboding that rippled through him as he toured his way through the forest.