Snow crunched, pebbles tossed upward into the air as the bulky black and silver shape dashed up and along the winding trail. He paused turned and skidded through the snow with a playful yip, his lung burning as he slowed to a stop. It was cold out, the sky partially cloudy and the ground treacherous in places, but that didn’t stop the youth from participating in one of his favorite activities. Care free playing, the winter seemed to be never ending, the snow everywhere, Daesamar was sick of moping around because of it. The peak of his excitement rested ahead of him. He was high on the Mountain, it was just like his old home.
Silver eyes shone as the Yearling cocked his head to the side, through the barren trees and over the Ridge, his prize laid, a snow dusted outcrop that stood out like a sore thumb, the overwhelming desire to explore it had oven taken Daesamar when he ad fist glimpsed it, the better part of the morning spent traversing the ridges and trails to get to it.
He paused, panting slightly as he expelled some air, watching his breath fog up the air, his silver flecked tail wagging happily as he started up the last part of the trail. After a few moments, he stopped in the shadow cast by the massive rock jutting out. He settled down onto his haunches, eyes closing as his crooked right ear twitched, simply enjoying how far he had come and catching his breath.