The little blue warrior ignores the gruff sound in dark brother's throat. Lifting his nose, he steps out ahead, brave, brave as father! Pride swells, and he looks back to mother, desiring approval. As silent brother drags behind and sister is roused from sleep, C'eghaan leaps, little paws outstretched as the white powder crunches beneath. His fur flies up as snowflakes lodge into his toes, seeping coldness into his bones. Brrr!

Shivering, the war son locks up and stills himself. He dares not let brother see but glances out the side of his eye to gauge his reaction, his shoulder pressed against for warmth. How odd, how chilly!

He does not let himself react for too long before trembling, he shakes it out, marching forward as he squints ice eyes to direction of light. Little dark lashes block out the blinding rays, and he is in awe at the sparkling, glittering scene before him. A noise of excitement escapes his maw, a little grumble of approval. With a huff he jumps again, and the shimmering dust escapes his paws, dancing in the air between them all.