Soft snow crunched quietly under the weight of Vesper's paws as he traversed the outskirts of his kingdom, tips of his charcoal dusted fur shining under the warming rays of sunlight that shone down through the patchy cloud cover above. Luckily these types of clouds held no promise of more snow, just alternating intervals of light and dark that the man was silently glad for granted the current task he had in mind. Bombarding snow and constant darkness would make searching for something worthy of presenting to Namid in hopes of brightening her day just a little bit that much more difficult and the Vuesain would be damned if he let the weather stop him from making his mate happy again.
Golden irises kept their gaze focused on the snow blanketed ground ahead, a small grouping of close-knit pines catching the man's eye enough to investigate further. Once enough distance was covered he noticed a cluster of scattered pine cones all around their trunks, the man's head tilting curiously as an idea struck. Winter had come and made quick work of killing off the flowers that grew around these parts most of the year, but perhaps he could use these pine cones to make a different type of bouquet for his darling wife. In their own way the snow frosted pine cones held their own wintry beauty in comparison to the blooming flowers of Spring and Summer as the patriarch watched them glisten in the soft sunlight, deeming them in that moment a hopefully fitting gift to lift the spirits of his downtrodden queen.
Lowering his head, Vespertio parted his jaws to gather a few of the said items into his mouth, a small grimace crossing over his handsome facial features in response to the off taste that his taste buds were greeted with. This is for her. This is for her. He chanted silently in his mind like a mantra to keep his stomach from expelling his breakfast prematurely while making haste to cross the distance between where he was and wherever his love had gotten to since the first light of dawn should she have decided to venture past the threshold of the communal den today. Something he always advised the silvery woman to do, encouraging her to get a breath of fresh air.
shine so bright we all go blind