Sunspire Mountains the hills have feelings, too

It didn't take much convincing to bring Dusty Rose around. He was probably a bit too heavy to walk atop the snow, anyway. His tail whipped as Reverie named a few favored activities — he, too, had fond memories of such games, and even more of long-gone siblings. It wasn't hard to follow her tone, and the coywolf empathized heavily with the loneliness of that ellipsis.

"Well, if you're gonna wish for that, I'm just gonna wish for it to be very cold," he replied, slapping a small drift of slush away from them with his paw. "I like snow 'til it melts on me, I guess."

But despite his tone and all his complaints, his body language said, I'd like to thank my fans, I couldn't have done this without you, and, I'm thrilled to be here, accepting this award! His tappy paws took just a moment longer to get under control; his toes were thawing in that painful, prickly way.

"We didn't get snow where I grew up," he told her, "Or anything but sunshine, really. Rain was real real rare — me'n'all my brothers'n'sisters would go out and dance in the storm."