Storm snorted as he drifted into his slumber. It was filled with pleasant thoughts of the winter down south closer to the equator, wide open grasslands, no snow and plentiful prey. Snort began to smile when he suddenly heard a mumbling and jolted awake. It's only Minsi... He snorted rolling onto his side to try and get comfortable. The brute breathed heavily as his slumber became deeper.
It was only to be interrupted by a sudden yelp with again caused him to jolt awake. "What are you doing?" He questioned but when he didn't receive and answer he simply tried to sleep again.The constant disturbances caused a troubled sleep for him. His ears swiveled unconsciously listening to the constant mumbling and she wouldn't stop while she was awake either. Storm grunted and tried to sleep but the constant mumbling stopped him from doing so. "Will you just shut up!" Storm Growled before Minsi blurted, "Don't eat yellow snow!" This phrase confused him but he couldn't help but chuckle.
Storm had been drifting for about an hour now when he suddenly felt a warm body press against him and a cold nose push deep into his fur on his right flank. Raising his head in shock, Minsi had snuggled close to him, almost craving his bodily heat. He snorted but decided it would be best not to disturb her sleep in fear that she may start mumbling again. Taking a deep breath and finally slept.
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Storm awoke calmly, lifting his head and yawning quietly. He stood, making Minsi flop to her side. The brute looked towards the fae and was pleased she may be finally warming up to him but the brute knew she didn't know about it. Maybe he would mention it later on. Looking down into the food store he walked in and grabbed a small insignificant mouse, a common delicacy where he was from but extremely hard to catch. Unless in the open.
The brute ate it quickly, swallowing it in large chunks. Only taking two or three bites. Looking outside, it seemed the storm had blown itself out. Pushing though the snow, the layer was thick and heavy as he pushed his way through. Struggling all the way to the lake. Digging at the snow, the brute revealed the thickening ice. After yesterdays experience he wasn't going to lick at it instead Storm lay down, warming the ice and melting a small pool of cool water. The brute quickly lapped it up, leaving a small amount for the fae if she wished for a drink.
You Are The Watcher,
The Listener,
The Approacher,
Of All Things,
You Are The Guide,
And The Ghost,
You Are What Lies In The,
Space In between,
Perpetually Beginning,
Scouring The Dark,
Winging For Your Field,
Of Light.