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It was hard to believe that it would be getting even colder outside. Liam could already see a significant change since the summer months – he could hardly imagine it being much colder, although he assumed it would be similar to the early days of Spring. He remembered the first time he'd jumped into a puddle of water after a long rainfall, how cold it had been under his paws. He remembered stories pack-mates had told him about snow storms and how snowflakes looked like little stars falling from the sky. He had stared in awe and disbelief, but after asking about the subject to his mother, she had told him that the stories were true – well, now it was almost time for the moment of truth. He would get to see for himself what winter looked and felt like. He was really excited. But alas, there was still a couple months to go before the cold really fell on the land and Liam needed to occupy himself until then.
He was hoping Robin would be a perfect distraction. The two could play all autumn long, both waiting for their first winter to arrive. Of course, quite like a mighty snowball tumbling down a snowy hill, the pair were now rolling about one on top of the other. Liam grinned down at Robin before he heard the sound of hooves stomping against the grassy earth. His ears twitched as his eyes locked on the horse as it raced forward, coming to a full stop only when Robin told it to. Of course he only concerned himself of this for a millisecond, for the next consisted of a full on wrestling match as he tried hard to keep Robin's canines away from his very valuable ear. His nose poked at her as his teeth nibbled at her fur, his paws playfully clawing at her as they rolled around. His tail wagged excitedly, a mischievous twinkle in his eye that, in the past, had only truly been visible when he and Noah had been playing around.
She shoved him then. It wasn't the hardest shove, far from it, but Liam had been unbalanced in his attempts to pin her down and he found himself tumbling to the ground, his paws in the air as he lay on his back, his light beige underbelly exposed. Liam's wolfish lips twitched into somewhat of a smirk as the mischievous look in his eyes reached the rest of his face. Her words triggered his imaginative side as his mind began to work on a potential scenario for a game. "Let's go on a adventure! We, the greatest Knights of all time, shall save the entire pack from the evil..." he drifted off, not knowing what kind of evil creature to use as an enemy for their quest. They needed something vicious like... like... "Two-headed horses!" he exclaimed as he eyed Scarlett. The light-colored mare had been giving him the death glare ever since he'd pounced on Robin and it was creeping him out. So evidently horses had to be the villain in the story.
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