Stone Circle a robin said: the spring will never come,

He managed to land his bop on Keen, but his gesture brought mixed results. Still confused with the overload of sensory information, Merrit found he couldn't shuffle fast enough to escape the surprise of his sister's body flailing toward him, and he tripped over his clumsy paws and toppled to the ground with a sideways roll, so that when Keen landed she draped across his side instead of his back, and so saved his nose from getting completely squished into the ground.

But even as he sighed and turned his face to catch the coolness of air, he was met with a giant blob of white, and when he breathed in surprise his mouth caught nothing but fur. His lungs seized with the obstruction and he tried to wiggle against Keen's motions to either loose her balance and slide her off, or somehow find a position where he could breathe again.

Yet despite his best efforts, he couldn't free himself from the persistence of his sister's weight. Merrit was stuck at this angle, and though he could find small bouts of air in the empty pockets between the ground and Arlette, an instinctive sense of panic settled into his chest. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't breathe. Very rarely did he make a sound, but his voice sounded now in shrill and throaty cries, muffled by the blockage posed by Arlette and shortened by his diminishing breath.

Paging @Valette or @Stark !