Stone Circle Its getting cold

Skáld was new to winter, and its snow. His coat had begun to grow in thicker, its curly nature making him look quite round and soft, sheep-like. Autumn had been exciting for a while, watching the leaves and plants change colour- but as the colour faded and plants died, he found his interests becoming harder to fulfill. The only plants still bearing their foliage were bristly and sharp. 

Now, fluffy white flakes fell from the sky, and began to coat the ground which had become quite hard underfoot. His breath was a puff of mist on the air. This wasn't new, and had been happening on cold mornings but today, it was especially visible. 

He began to woof, quietly at first- watching as his breath faded, and melted the snowflakes that came too close to it. Then, it became a game. As soon as he realized he could melt the snowflakes with a bark, he then wanted to melt as many of them as he could before they fell and touched the earth. So, the boy began to bound about- still within the boundaries of the rendez-vous site as set by his mother- and barked at every snowflake he could, melting them with each excited exhale.