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At a firm no, Winter's dark ears folded back. His eyes began to water in an attempt to appear wounded by the rejection so that he might sway his father's decision. 

He furrowed his brow, however, at the adult's perfectly reasonable explanation as to why they couldn't play outside. Reluctant to admit defeat, the boy huffed an exaggerated sigh and slumped down onto his belly, chin atop his paws as he stared longingly out into the miserable darkness beyond the den.