Whitefish River Like white smoke

@Iliksis

The wintry mist was cold, it seeped into his pelt and chilled the yearling to the bone, but he found himself unwilling to return to Morningside at the current time. As the sun began to make an arrival in the sky, rising above the dark line on the horizon, more colours were roused from hiding - as if a paintbrush had swept across that charcoal canvas and tainted it with lighter blue, even orange that glowed like flames to herald the appearance of early morning.

Kieran had chosen this time to wander simply because it was quiet. The occasional chirp of a waking bird only aided the peace settling around the river, a gentle sloshing simply background noise as his paws moved swiftly over the snow, handsome ginger pelt illuminated by the first golden rays of the day and standing out spectacularly against the sparkling white that coated the land. The boy traipsed across this stunning scene with the faint trace of a smile drawn upon his lips, feeling each breath bring with it another wave of calm that settled on the beach of his mind and soothed any fear from the strange contraption around his neck - it had done naught to hurt him thus far, it only remained as a nuisance.

No matter, he could move past this if the acceptance allowed him a few heartbeats of tranquility.