Jade Fern Grove if you really listen, then this is to you

In the early morning strokes of light across the grove Soltero ambled, tail swaying at his rear and eyes of a green brighter than the ferns dancing as a ray of gold spluttered past. Large paws traced a natural path amongst the vegetation, and his pelt would often shake as a light dusting of snow tumbled from the heavens to pile atop his spine - silver became draped in white, and the young man halted his steps to free himself from the coating. The trees were tall and thin, their branches providing shade for the life beneath; in the distance, there was the soft rushing of water, and he assumed that there must be a stream or creek nearby.

Perhaps that was why he remained here until the sun grew higher in the sky, vibrant yellow dipping in from the canopy above his head - the Valento shifted his weight and lowered himself down until he was nonchalantly dozing beneath the grove's flora, apple-green gaze fluttering closed but ears tipping back and forth on his crown, absorbing the sounds of wildlife around him despite the cold.