The Heartwood chasing visions of our futures

As the days grew closer in their darkness, and the sun would set before times. Upon it's heels was Dreven. First up and last asleep. Working his paws to the bone. He had never thought he'd be this way. Had always been a selfish beast, but now that others relied on him. Oh he was still selfish as hell. But he also knew he would need to take care of them, and fill caches, if he wanted to keep them.

Cold air, curled into his lungs and then outward in a greying mist to coat the finer hairs of his brown cut jaw, and the edges of his nose. It curled around the frost tipped flowers, and the dew iced and crunchy beneath his paws.

Dreven caught sight of Atka and he stared longer than was necessary, truly. His tiny snow was beautiful and something painful and jagged pressed against his chest, as he tried to take in a breath. His thoughts curling and jumbling unsure of what to say or how to say it, but damn if he couldn't spend the rest of his life staring at her.

Finally, snapping out of his dirty dirty daydreams, he loped towards her and pressed his head to her neck, almost rocking her off her feet and he gave a sharp tug against her ruff, before he settled beside her with a slight wump.