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My ship would leave the country.
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[html] He was getting used to this powdery snow stuff that coated the ground, fallen flakes from the sky. But even more than that, he was growing accustomed to the warmth of home and hearth. Love was a foreign concept to him, at least in the way that Phoenix and his family showed it, and Glider - despite having only been around for a scarce few days - was already warming in its glow. His heart was aflutter with the feeling of happiness that jumped through him, jittery and sweet and innocent. His life was starting anew and he couldn't recall a time that he had felt more delighted in himself. No one had called him a runt, a useless heap, or anything else that might imply that he should just go off himself. Not that he had ever considered doing so, but certainly they would not have been disgruntled by such a thing if he had, back home.
Glider was not with them right now, but he still knew that Phoenix, his kids, and his mate would all gladly protect him if he needed it. That meant more than anything ever had in his life. He reached up a hindpaw to scratch his ear, reveling in this feeling of warmth, before looking up at the sky. Head tilted back, silver-blue eyes aglow, he smiled. For the first time in his life, perhaps, he truly smiled. Looking forward again, he hopped forward in the snow, woofing and snapping playfully at the stuff as it flew around his charcoal-colored body. His tail was wagging up a fury of happiness, his body was constantly in gleeful motion as he played and skipped about in the snow. He was the picturesque winter-lovin' puppy.
Life was good.[/html]
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