Early morning, very light snow, -3C/27F
Viorel knew that his kids had been having a hard time lately. Oleander was the last left of his litter and now there would be new siblings, Eros was adjusting to some adult concepts. The father knew that Modesto being banished had not sat well with him, and then he had been reprimanded by Sharlee who was going through something of her own. Then of course there was the drought that had completely dried up the creek and the backwater.
All of that was to say, when the father had decided to take a trip to the falls, the closest source that still had water, he had asked Eros to tag along. It took a couple days to get there, and by the time they finally did the salt and pepper was parched. The second his yellow eyes landed on the falls he surged forward and lapped happily at the cool water. Just as his lips touched the water, the sky let out a few flakes of snow drifting gently towards the earth.
When he finally felt like his thirst had been quenched for the time being, he turned back to Eros. Smiling with chagrin about how quickly he gulped, he dove right into the conversation, ”Listen, Eros. I didn’t just ask you here to get some water, I’ve been meaning to speak with you.” He trailed off, waiting for some kind of response.