Heron Lake Plateau a cold shower

It was delicious.

Cinder's jaws had been wrapped tightly around the body of a mouse, and he'd stopped under the shade of a half-bare tree to shelter him from the light spray of snow and eat his catch. The young blackthorn had been exploring and adventuring all day so far, and now he was starving, so he chomped down the meal with extraordinary speed and then burped so loud a small flock of birds had scattered from the branches above.

Then came the hiccups.

They jolted his chest every time he sucked in, and though at first they were funny, he grew weary of them fast. The boy had picked himself up from the ground and attempted to jog away, as though the curse would get bored and stop chasing him - they were so annoying. Eventually, however, his attention was swayed by the scent of his darker sibling on the wind, and a big grin spread out across his features as he set upon the task of tracking him: when he approached at last, his chin inclined to the side and Rabbit squinted at the figure. 

"H-uegh-hey!" he chirped, attempting to gain his brother's attention despite the rude interruption of another hiccup. "What'cha up to, Ty?"