[P] A Warm Winters Day
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The sun was shining bright and it glistened off the fresh fallen snow, almost blinding anyone that looked the crystalized mounds for too long.  It was particularly hard on the light-colored marbled pup as he walked towards the snow covered gardens. His light blue eyes seemed to be sensitive to bright light and he squinted as we walked.  As he reached the gardens, his big paws left the shoveled walkways and sunk down in the snow.  A welcomed chill ran through his paws.  While it was still winter, today was slightly warmer which was an oddity for this time a year.  It also didn’t bode well for his thick puppy coat.  Lucian seemed to have taken after the tundra wolf most of all even though many different types of bloodlines ran through his small pup body.  Because of this, his puppy coat was extremely thick and made him warm on this sunny day. 
 
As he trotted through the blanketed garden he wondered what this place would look like once the snow was gone.  I bet this place is super colorful! he barked to himself. The sun was straight overhead at this point beating down on him and his fur was warm to the tough and he still had to squint to see.  I wonder if I can find any shade to rest my eyes for  a bit… In the distance he noticed a large willow tree covered in snow, drooping lower than normal from the snow on the river’s edge, That looks like a great place! the pup barked with excitement and ran towards the shaded relief.  Though the leaves were long gone from the giant tree, snow had piled on the tree creating perfect snow-covered shade. As the pup reached the location he slowed to a stop ducking under the low hanging branches, he moved into the shade and instant relief hit his eyes, Ahhhh, that’s better he sighed to himself.  Now under the tree he looked around, the long, snow covered branches made a cave around him and you would hardly notice the light-colored pup unless you were looking for him.  He found a comfy, snowy spot facing the river and began to dig to make a comfy bed.  When he thought it was almost perfect he went to the center, circling three times before plopped down, swirled his body in a circle and placed his muzzle under his fluffy and bushy tail.  Luckily for him, the shade of the tree dropped the temperature down about ten degrees, making it much more comfortable for the pup.
 
The large ears upon his small head began to turn in different directions picking up different sound around the garden. The birds chirping, horses neighing and even chickens clucking in the distance.  He could even hear the rushing river waters under the ice and he wondered what creatures he would find once everything began to thaw.  As all these thoughts ran through his head the once erect ears began to gradually drift down to the side, his eyes began to slowly flutter shut and though he was trying to fight it, soon sleep overcame him and he drifted off into dreams of what the future may hold.
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Though the air remained crisp the past few days had given way to the sun with its merciless brightness. From the looks of it there was no sign it was about to give up its grasp. The snow that laid throughout the fort gave little sign of letting up its embrace either. The mixture, though beautiful, did not lend itself well to vision for those of lighter hue. To the luck of the auburn male his darker coat diminished its intense effects to some degree.

He had slept a good portion of the morning away after yet another restless night of stirring and nightmares. As the rest of the forge bound family had made their way about their daily activities Nashoba lay staring at the ceiling with much more intensity than anyone should. Silence giving way to the increasing bustle of the forts activities. The particles of dust and soot from the forge below drifting through the air as the long rising sunlight pierced the once darkness of the forge's living quarters. With a sigh he gave way to the realization that sleep was just not on his agenda yet again.

One auburn paw after another he made his way down the stairway to forge's main work area giving a quick glace to those working that day before he made his way from one clutching warmth of the fire, to that of the glaring sun. He hardly thought about his movement as his broad paws carried him into a trot to the perimeter of the fort walls. His daily routine, though much later than the norm, had begun. Following his noticeably worn path through the snow he mindlessly trekked towards the Northern most boundaries nearing the gardens embraced in winters clutches.

As he crested the garden's apex the scent of yet another new canid crossed his nares. His mind snapped back to its full awareness with his head raising straight into the air muzzle reaching high and paws coming to a sudden halt. Following the scent towards the garden the scent gained in intensity as he worked side to side. All signs leading to the base one of the sole trees among seemingly lifeless fauna. Nashoba stuck his snow crusted maw between branches to only become engulfed in odor as his nares came in contact with downy puppy fur.

He quickly recoiled and snorted with an alarming intensity. He hadn't expected a pup, especially in the gardens. Nashoba head tilted slightly to the side gave a quick bark. If the nudging of his nose hadn't stirred the pup surely his shrewd bark would. Casa surely didn't seem to be short on puppies. Though he had thought he had met nearly all of them at this point there seemed to be yet even more.
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