The silent white dust had fallen for hours, transforming the familiar wood and brick into a strange, crystalline landscape. The first to venture into the cold was the Cream Scout. Her fur, thick and warm, caught the light touch of the falling flakes. She stood atop the white blanketed plateau, her sapphire eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of life. With a quick flick of her pink tongue, she tasted the frozen air, finding it sharp, clean, and fleeting.
Across the way, the Shadow Stalker was busy navigating the high ground. For him, the world had become a puzzle of heights and hidden surfaces. He stretched a dark limb from the wooden platform toward a nearby seat, testing the stability of the soft, white powder. Every movement was calculated, his dark coat creating a stark, beautiful silhouette against the blinding environment.
Deep in the trenches of the lawn, the Golden Eyed Wanderer forged a path. The drifts reached his chest, but he did not falter. He moved with steady grace, his long white whiskers twitching as they brushed against the icy veil. The falling flakes gathered on his brow like a crown of diamonds. To these three, the garden was no longer a place for napping in the sun, it was a wild, uncharted territory where they reigned as the masters of the frost.
Shannon Willis can usually be found in the company of furry friends. A passionate animal enthusiast, her work is often inspired by her deep love for cats, dogs, and the animal kingdom as a whole.
