Blackfeather Woods dream of my world, i live on my world

The pale child looked back upon the dark one, but she seemed impossible to budge. After a few steps she simply plopped down in protest. Large pale ears cupped forward in silent question but soon the child was once more distracted by something she saw from the corner of her eye -- a stick sticking out of the snow -- and her questions were forgotten as she trotted over to the stick and started yanking it to try and dislodge it.