Levi struck out toward the East this time, dipping a little bit South and ending up in what he assumed would be a field in any other season but Winter. As it was, the day's high winds had resulted in rolling hills of snow littering the vast space. They glittered under the moonlight, inviting his imagination to wander. Unabashedly he frolicked, bounding up the frozen drifts just to barrel-roll back down them with gleeful whooping.
Leviticus always had time for play, and this night was certainly no exception. Even if he was supposed to be looking for clues about River, and was beginning to really fall behind in his pursuit...