You know what isn't happening? Me staying in Glorall today. I am not dealing with it right now. Nope. I have things to do. I have places to go. I have my paws to follow. No one, and I mean no one, will tell me what to damn well do on this day! Everyone in Glorall is literally boring. Boring and...what is another word for boring? I never really paid attention. My brothers are boring. My mother can be...rather boring. Everyone else...boring! None of them want to tussle with me in the snow. 'But Viora! It is cold!' HA! I am not bothering by the damn cold! If anything, I look like an ice queen in the snow. My form is that of snow in light and darkness. My eyes are that of an intense blue ice, deep and colored like the sea. Not like I particularly care what I look like though. Everyone says I am pretty, quite the looker! What does that matter though? I just want to sink my jaws into their fur for speaking such nonsense.

My light grey paws move with a quickness that is coming as I age. I am still young, they say. Still a pup who is not allow to do this or not allowed to do that. Screw them all. I snuck away from Glorall on this day, and I will be satisfied not laying my eyes on any of them this day. Today, I go to the fields. It is covered in a very thick blanket of snow, and I will not lie and say that I am not slightly annoyed by the fact that I have to lift my young paws so high just to move around. Mother says this stuff is snow, and it comes EVERY year. Every freakin' year! Well, I think that maybe I can hide in the fields using this stuff. I think I can use this stuff to my advantage. I have dug in the stuff before, moved it around. It packs together like wet sand, but it does it much better.

I find myself sticking around the area where the treeline meets the fields. My form stops to take a good look at the snow-covered area, and I click my jaw in thought as I consider my options. After a moment of my puppy form standing still, I snort and walk into the tall, brown grass that makes up the field. I sniff around, my nose to the ground as I observe carefully. I find an area, surrounded by the tall grass, and still covered in snow. I smirk as I fall to the ground, a puppy growl leaving my throat as I then jump into the thick pile of white.

Yes! This is where I will be! I snap at it a few times, the dark parts of my pelt being littered with the white of snow. I twist around, burying myself in the thick snow. I stick my head through until my nose and eyes pop out, and I do not realize that I am really only half covered by snow. At least there is the tall grass to help keep my obscured, so my prey cannot find me. I will then continue to lay down, and to lay quite still. Snow makes the world surprisingly silent. I can hear the icy wind as I blows above. It is an overcast day, and not a drop of sun can be seen. Surely, someone will have to pass by, and then I can finally have the fun I have been itching for for days. Ha! Let's see Mother stop me now!