Snow crunched beneath the behemoth’s obsidian hued paws. Snow had clung his ashy grey pelt as he traveled over that terrain. The day was calm, even the sun made an appearance through those grey clouds clinging to the sky with all their might. Old mister winter had layed his hands upon molodian once again. Sunset orange colored optics swept over the land infront of the gentleman. The land that lay infront of him was vast and open. Though instead of those vibrant greens and browns, all there was, was bare trees and frozen water. Well somewhat frozen. Ice floated on it but did not cover the entire thing.

With a slow gait Leonard paused atop the river's bank. Dark sunset orange luminaries facking downward at his reflection before his head lowered to the icy water to lap up some water. Droplets fell from the gentleman's chin as he raised that handsome head once more. His backslegs lowered his body to into a sit as he looked over the barren land. Not much for excitment. It was boring one would say. Winter was a boring time. Leonard rose to his paws after some time and began to head south. Perhaps something more exciting lay ahead for the obsidian ashy brute.