ooc: Ethereal Eclipse :3 / wc:164 sorry for short post :<
Skye was walking - and she was very angry about it, too. Denali had helped her immensely in her endeavors with Jack, and his behavior had improved, but today he had absolutely refused to take part in anything Skye had to say or do. He had stayed, stubborn, in the stall that was her living room, and had refused to move so much as a hoof in the direction Skye wanted him to go. It had been absolutely ridiculous, and now she was angry.
She stomped through the snow, her paws leaving footprints on the fluffy white substance. Like most times in the winter, she was in her Optime form, bundled up in warm clothes that were sufficient to keep her from getting frostnipped. her hands, however, were very cold - she had forgotten to wear something that had pockets and now was forced to rub her hands together and blow on them, trying to warm them up. It wasn't working very well, of course.
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