It was the hatchling's first winter. Green eyes blinked open from a nap, time to explore, as usual. Slipping again away from her slumbering father's side, the little wanderer slipped out of the lair.
She was expecting flowers, and grass, instead, she met with a snowdrift that just about buried her. Cold!, still, she had to explore. Sniffing the white stuff, she bounded a little ways, until the cold started to get to her.
Starting to shiver, she turned around, bounding back home, into the lair. A little squeak to daddy, though it probably wouldn't wake him, then she snuggled back close, pressing her freezing little form against her father's, peering back up at him.
She didn't like the cold white stuff outside.
She was expecting flowers, and grass, instead, she met with a snowdrift that just about buried her. Cold!, still, she had to explore. Sniffing the white stuff, she bounded a little ways, until the cold started to get to her.
Starting to shiver, she turned around, bounding back home, into the lair. A little squeak to daddy, though it probably wouldn't wake him, then she snuggled back close, pressing her freezing little form against her father's, peering back up at him.
She didn't like the cold white stuff outside.