Winter Shenanigan

Aquilo skipped through the snowdrifts, shaking big clumps of it from his fur. The cold climate barely phased the Strix as he carved a path through the white expanse. He wished he’d had someone else to frolic through it with him, a companion to wake up to the fresh layers of snow and to thrill in stirring it up in great sweeping clouds, another creature to curl up with when the nights got cold enough to pierce even his thick fur.

He was so caught up rolling around in the cold that he hardly noticed when he rolled right into a den, flinging white everywhere as he slipped down the slight incline. He popped up, giggling to himself as he shook the cold from his fur. His whiskers twitched, and he noticed the other creature in the den as well.