>Snow crunches beneath your boots, compacting loosely under your light foot falls. Everything is so deathly quiet when it snows, which was kind of relaxing in it’s own way. You stuck out like a sore thumb in all this white, but for once you didn’t mind. Most of the more dangerous lusus were hibernating right now (like your very own), or moving to warmer climates.
>You were really only out here for a relaxing stroll, something you rarely did nowadays, and to think. About what…you weren’t sure.