Broken Antler Fen like a black hole

Snow served as nothing but a sore recollection for Dacio. It meant the coming of Winter and the promise of hardship. He recalled so vividly the ice storm that robbed him of his mother and so as it came in soft flurries from the sky above, all he could do was exhale in a sorrowful sigh.

Still, he dipped his head and carried on, and his dark ears lifted curiously when he caught sight of the young she-wolf who was to be his ward. She studied the flurry with wide-eyed wonder, reminding Dacio that despite her brave face and maturity, she still carries with her the innocence of a child. Dacio moved in closer, emitting a soft chuff to alert her to his approach, and offered a knowing smile to her before he rose his muzzle to peer up at the clouded grey canvas above.

"It is snow, Wanheda," Dacio began, returning his pastel gaze to the pewter cub who was to be his ward. He was aware that, considering she was a whelp of the most recent season, this could very well be her first experience of what was to come. "Soon it will settle on the ground, and the world around us will freeze. Did your mother teach you of the cold season?"