
Luca wandered through the frozen vegetation, it was still cold and some reason temperatures were still dropping. He hoped that soon they would rise and then more people would be out for him to meet, more friendly people, perhaps greeting him with a smile. Optimism didn't seem to run in his family, but it was a nice thought.
The ground crunched below him with each step he took. His thirst had brought him to the lake but at this he was hesitant. He stipend closer the the edge and looked down and soon following it came his hoof to break the ice. He swiftly looked around and then lowered his muzzle to take a drink. An intense feeling in his head shook him. Brain freeze.
Mewsings of An Angel