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she lifted her voice in song.

the snow had come and taken her breath away. her paws trudged in the little drifts. it had changed the face of the vale. tamar still sometimes could not believe she stood here.

in the silence of the afternoon she stood, quiet, reverent, watchful.
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Tamar’s voice drew the young wolf’s ears to a point.

Snow had fallen in the vale and had left the world in a curious shade of white. Branches from the trees had been blanketed. The dark bark peered from behind a frosty sheen. Everything was cold to the touch. The water that flowed created steam in the cold air.

Antigone approached his mom with a shiver. The boy blinked at her curiously, wondering if she enjoyed the frigid numbness that must have settled into her paws.

It’s so cold, he breathed miserably.
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❝Mhm,❞ Zulema only caught her brother's words as she finally had found her mother, the source of the song, wondering if she missed pieces of a conversation.

She thought the snow was beautiful, but cold nipping at her feet wasn't as pleasant as watching the specks of white fall. Zulema stepped over towards her mother, looking upwards beside her and at the sky. The usually blue heavens were now a shade of grey it seemed while the snow fluttered down. It felt magical, the vale seemed like a different world under such a tiny blanket of white.

❝Is this goin' to happen a lot?❞ She couldn't decide how she would feel if her mother said yes.

It was cold, but she was fascinated by it.
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"yes."

tamar stuck out her tongue to catch a flake. "there will be more and more. it will be cold. but our fur will grow thick. and we still stay warm."

she looked toward zulema and then antigone.

"what do you think of this? it is snow."
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The things Tamar said were enough to make the young boy shudder. He wanted the sun to come back and fill the vale with orange. He wanted to see the leaves shifting in color, from green to yellow and then he wished to freeze them in that moment. The ground did not need to become hard and stiff. The prey did not need to hide from them. There did not need to be snow.

When will it go away, mom?

Antigone asked his mother, but his eyes were trained on his sister. It didn't matter what he thought of the snow, only that it wouldn't stay. He wondered if Zulema would share her thoughts on the cold weather and misery.
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"not for some months."

tamar moved to comfort her son. "it is cold. there will be much of it. but then the sun will grow warm again. the snow will melt. and new green grass will grow."

her eyes were bright. "life is a circle."
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The ruddy girl's initial wonder progressively faded, just as the warm shades of the vale had too. Antigone spoke the same question that crossed her mind. Zulema wasn't sure what to make of her mother's explanation. While the snow was pretty, she found herself longing for the sun, the red leaves. She longed for the warmth the vale could offer in earlier months. Yet, Tamar had explained how this would happen again, it was a circle.

She wanted to be in the comfort of their den, warm.

❝Will the sky always look this?❞ Perhaps it was a silly question, but her eyes were still trained upwards.

Would it ever clear, or remain dull until the sun and the new grass returned? Zulema wasn't even sure if the flakes of snow would ever stop falling.
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Another good question was asked by his sister.

Antigone looked up at Tamar with worry forming a crease in his brow. She had said that life was a circle, that the green would return to them again. The world looked nicer with the snow. Its only downside was the frigidity that hung on the air. The cold bit at him, making it hard to have patience for the change in weather.

The young boy’s eyes drifted to the overcast skies, and he wondered too. Would they stay that way forever?
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she loved that her children enjoyed the world.

"it will for some time. but not forever. the sun will come back. the warmth will return."

she drew a circle in the snow for them to see. "there are four seasons." she made four points around the circle. "we are here, in winter. then there is spring. then summer, then autumn."
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It took the girl a moment to turn her head to the circle her mother had drawn. She struggled to relate the circle to what her mother was saying until Tamar had drawn out more. Zulema glanced at Antigone to get a tell on what he thought before looking back.

❝The flowers will come back too?❞ It was a small concern, but she longed to see them again.
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Antigone’s dark eyes met his sister’s. He could see her looking to gauge his reaction to their mother’s telling of the seasons. The boy was not eager for the time that would stretch until they saw sunlight and felt the warmth of the earth in all hours of the day and night.

Zulema asked if the flowers would return. Antigone did not care much for these things. Flowers grew in the dirt and served no purpose beyond their luring of bees, or wafting fragrances. He might understand why his sister was concerned for them. They were pretty things. The types of things he was interested in served a purpose. If flowers could cure a cough, maybe his attention could be caught.

Nevertheless, Antigone looked to their mother expectantly.
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"yes. they will come back."

she kissed their heads and sighed into the cold air. "come. let us go back. we will tell your sister and your father what you have learned about the snow."

with gentle steps she led the way back toward their den.