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Anselm frolicking is truthfully one of the cutest things ever. WC: 400


Despite himself, Mason was warming up to the cold weather, so to speak. He did not particularly care for it at first. He remembered when autumn had faded into winter, and there had been only a thin layer of white on the ground. Frost, he had found out it was called. His first brush with it had not been the most pleasant experience. The sensitive pads of his paws had not adapted well to the cold. However, now that the ground was covered in white snow, he was better able to deal with it. The boy was usually so dignified, or at least he tried to be, and so he did not often explore snow like other pups.


The first time he had stuck his snout in it, his nose had gone numb. He had tried to get a hint of its scent, but it just smelled like water. Mason had also found out that the coldness did not end there. He had taken to fishing in nearby streams and ponds. But the winter had hardened the surfaces of the bodies of water. And so the boy had not been able fish. He had gotten brave and had broken through a thinner patch of ice, but he had found the water beneath unpleasantly cold.


Only the sea seemed to be untouched by the strange hardening cold effect. But it was raging now and he did not want to be near it at the moment. It was just too much of a fight. But Mason knew that there were some small streams behind the mansion. That had been a place that he had been mostly avoiding as well, due to the strange events that had happened on Halloween. However, he did not see the harm in going back there. Perhaps the winter had left those bodies of water untouched, but only time would tell.


Mason made his way toward the streams as gracefully as possible. At this point in time, the Tirones Minor was growing and so his form was taller and his limbs were lankier. He made his way forward awkwardly, picking his way through snow drifts and snuffling the white stuff out of his face. Eventually he made his way to the streams, just in time to see one of his clan mates whiz by quickly. "What...are you doing?" Mason asked with some concern, yellow eyes narrowed slightly.




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