Flakes of white fell gently to the ground, dancing in the wind as they did so. Slowly, the ground became blanketed in a layer of white and though some may be tired of the cold weather of the falling snow, the young maned wolf was not one of them. She loved the snow, loved to play in it, and loved to try and catch falling flakes on her nose, her neon purple eyes crossing as she tried to look at them. That day was no different, as the feme ran between the rolling hills, trying to catch as many flakes as she could.
Soon enough, Spring would come and chase Winter away and though Kiara was looking forward to the blooming flowers and all the baby animals that would come out, she knew she would miss getting to play around in the snow. But, that was why she would never waist an opportunity to have some fun. As she ran to the top of one hill, her tongue hanging out, she lapped up several that she managed to catch, noting the subtle taste difference between snow and water and wondering what it was that made the difference.
Once to the top, she sat on her haunches, looking out over the rolling hills. As she watched the snow with admiration, she couldn’t help but wonder if at this time next year, she would still enjoy playing like this. For she knew, and took pride, in the fact that she was becoming less playful the older she got but still she could not imagine ever not enjoying playing among the soft white flakes. She also knew that once Winter rolled around again, there would be new youngsters to play with and that alone was enough to keep her hopes up that she would always love playing in the snow.
And the only thing we know, is things don't always go the way we planned