Moonspear forty winks

The prance was not at all what the dark young wolf had expected, but he could not help that it made him smile. She told him that she had been out exploring, which seemed like a fine thing to do while the weather was still somewhat enjoyable. The thought of snow had stuck inside his mind. He’d woken up every day in the last month and daydreamed about the ground covered in plush white.
 
“I was just thinking about winter and how nice it’ll be to have snow on the ground again. Makes everything seem so different,” he confessed to her, glancing toward the rocky slopes as though he could see them coated in a thick frigid layer. Atlas worried too, but he did not want to share those portions with Meerkat. It would have brought the mood down, he felt.