@“Mako” - backdated to Jan. 26th.
Aunt Jessie had been kind enough to let them stay the night, but Ris knew she had been gone too long to loiter the next day. So the girl exited the den at the crack of dawn, attempting to be as quiet as possible, and made her way down the snow-covered slopes to try and find the edge of the territory again. It wasn’t so easy to get through the snow on her own, but if she bounced and hopped just so, she believed that she would be able to do it.
The sunlight filtering through the milky white clouds above cast a buttercup glow across the white snow, and Ris found that she rather liked the color. Yellow was the greatest color of all, and she missed those flowers that grew in the summer that carried that shade. And she missed those yellow eyes of a perceived friend before he left the Lowlands. And she missed unfiltered sunlight, where it would be warm and inviting and beautiful.
But the winter wasn’t all bad. It would just be easier to get from place to place when everything melted and the air wasn’t so cold that it hurt her nose and paws.