Swiftcurrent Creek It's too cold outside for angels to fly

Even when he'd been feeling under the weather, Relonikiv had been his regular smiley self. It seemed nothing could get under his skin. Although many youngsters protested when woken from a comfy sleep, he was quite happy to get up and join his mother. He didn't make a peep, obediently trundling after Paarthurnax as she headed toward the den's mouth. He saw that Julius was already there and thought nothing of it, though the runt made a beeline toward his snowy sibling and let out a mighty squeak as he bumped his muzzle into Julius's shoulder.

"Awawa?" Relonikiv queried when their mother stepped outside the den, then faced them and coaxed them to join her. Without hesitation, he scrambled beyond the confines of their humble home and pounced on her right forepaw. "Muh, muh!" he warbled, ignoring the cold as he gazed up at her, golden tail stirring happily.