Moonspear forty winks

I’m not sure, he admitted to her with a thoughtful crease of his brow before the inkwell yearling turned to his companion and reached out to prod her coat with his nose. The smile that lingered on his lips was one of warmth. But you could probably do with some more fluff, I’d say. The remark was not intended to be one that teased her. It had been a year ago, but Atlas did not easily forget the bitter chill that had clung to his frame every time he had stepped from the family den and into the brisk air. If it hadn’t been for his cloak increasing in its density, he likely would have frozen solid.
 
You know, I’ve never seen one… but I’ll bet that if a wolf didn’t grow their winter coat, they’d turn into a block of ice!
 
The shade chuckled before realizing that Meerkat probably wouldn’t know what he meant by that. He glanced around their immediate area, wondering if there was somewhere he could show her – somewhere that had a large block of frozen water linger on the surface. Summer still held fast to the temperatures, leaving them with warmer days and colder nights. In time, Atlas could show her what fun the snow would bring.
 
There’s a spot up high where the rock stretches out and makes an area where you can watch the snow fall for hours without it settling around you. I could show you?