Winter did not arrive with a triumphant flair. It worked its way into their bones, chilling Fern and Topaz easier and quicker than expected. The grasses of the open patches of their forest turned brown and wilted. Their prey’s fur changed color gradually. The leaves of the non-pines fell and exposed them to the eyes of both land and sky. But this is their first winter and when the sky began to shed its downy feathers- snow as they would eventually learn- they ...
