Noctisardor Bypass Heavenly storehouses laden with snow

The quiet of a Sunday service, no more. His ears flicked towards a tubing sound accompanied by another strange sound. He stood up in almost an alarm, in a ready stance. He ventured away, but not too far, from the den and found something bright orange sticking up out of the snow. He kept a distance, let out a growl and his hackles began to raise. Whatever this “thing” was, he’d never seen anything like this in his mere two years of life.

“Come forth and show yourself!” He called out, voice as strong as he could. Being firm wasn’t his forte.