Very late at night after midnight, Snow, 28F/-2C
The tawny boy was taking full advantage of the fact that the adults had loosened the rules and let the children out of the territory. They couldn’t go too far, but anything outside of the borders was still brand new and full of excitement. Khalon had inherited the nocturnal gene that seemed to plague the Valles and he found himself exploring the area around the creek almost every night.
Tonight was cold enough that the pup could see his breath billowing out before him which gave him images of some mythical beast. He spent a while blowing the steam dramatically, snorting and trying to make rings and all kinds of other things before he grew bored of this game. He had been watching his last failed attempt at a ring when he noticed something strange in the air.
Floating down towards him looked like a dandelion fluff, but those had long disappeared as summer turned to fall. It drifted in the air before landing directly on his nose and Khalon was shocked about how cold it was and then it was just gone leaving a bead of water in its place. Eyebrows furrowed for a moment and then his mouth popped open in surprise as he realized there was more of them falling down and beginning to gather on the ground. It reminded him of the ash that had covered the grass at times, but this didn’t have a bad smell.
Khalon carefully pressed his foot down into the snow and was elated to see when he lifted it an outline of his paw remained. Whatever this stuff was, it was cool!