Razorback Ridge Winter at it's finest

Ace listened to Whisper and he nodded slowly, his golden gaze fixing her gentle eyes. “I’m alright. Don’t worry about me.” His soft voice escaped his lips. Looking at the snowy ground, he began to reflect briefly, his thick tail curling around his hind paws. He was thinking of doing something to her, but he hesitated for a moment. He slowly raised his right paw towards her, and then he stopped. He hesitated again. Is she going to be sacred again? Shaking his head, he realized that Whisper was feeling more comfortable with him, than uncomfortable. Why? Is it because he brought the hare at her den? Is it because of his gentleness? Ace was speculating again. He looked at Whisper with his calm gaze and he gently pawed her muzzle. “I have to go. I need to be alone for a while. It was nice meeting you, Whisper.” He gave her a friendly nod. His eyes were closed as the gust of wind drove down the forest. He could feel the cold in his bones. Once he shook his frame, he observed the path that would led him to somewhere. Where? He doesn’t know yet, but he would take the risk. His feeling of wanderlust would allow him to explore new places. The black canine looked again at Whisper before speaking with his calm voice. “Take care of yourself, Whisper.” He pivoted toward the white path and he proceeded on his journey.