Semessis

Tilika “Come, pups.” Tilika barked at her children. It was a cold morning, and the fresh snowfall was delaying them, not because it was particularly difficult to maneuver in, but because the pups were completely enamored with the frothy white mounds. Mohawk had his big snout stuck in the crystals, sniffing away as if every new scent was something that must be investigated. Yuaei, on the other hand, was taken with the beauty of it. Her wide eyes fixated on the streams of light filtering through the trees. Tilika took a quiet moment to admire her lovely daughter. She too had loved winter most of all, and watching Yuaei share in its