Silver eyes shone brightly, rubbery lips drew back in a joyful grin. The bulky yearling stepped through the flat fields, glancing around as the freshly fallen snow crunched lightly below his heavy steps.The days seemed to drag by slowly, he had come out this way hoping to break p the growing boring cycle of hunting, eating, sleeping and so on. Sure, he had met a couple of wolves here and there, but that had been at least a day ago, the youth was craving the interactions yet again and on the prowl.
That, and it was a good excuse just to have, it gave him plenty of opportunities to play in the snow. A soft, playful growl escapes Daesamar as a fleck of snow landed on his nose, his eyes crossing as he looked at it. His tongue hung out the side of his mouth in concentration as he focused on the next fleck falling onto his snout. He twisted his jaw, his tongue flopping up and touching the bridge of his nose, but not enough to get the flecks falling. Daesamar closed his eyes into slits as he focused, trying again, and failing, but it didn’t deter the youth from making some very strangest faces as he got lost in this rather bizarre looking activity of trying to lick the top of his nose.