Little Goat Mountain Wayfarer

snowflakes fell lazily, soft whispers against the pale sky, catching faintly in his fur.

he blinked, curiosity lighting his expression as he tilted his head, the boyish charm slipping into his grin without effort. well, here’s hoping it’s me, huh? he quipped lightly, heaving a genuine sigh, dusting his fur in breath. i could really use a break. his tail gave a small flick, sending a few stray flakes scattering into the air.

his weight shifted, slender limbs bracing lightly against the snow as he continued, name’s fenrith. his ears flicked forward slightly, curiosity plain in his tone. so, does that fortune thing come with strings attached, or am i just supposed to wait around for it to show up?