Movement — there, among the grays and whites of a mountain turned to snow. A being of blue emerged from a world of grayscale, his eyes set forward, his step full of confidence. Yukon watched him as he neared, fully aware that he likely blended into the landscape as long as he didn't move.
But something compelled him to do just that. Something deep, hungry, an opportunist given the chance to strike. So he moved, twisted further until he could gather his limbs beneath him and emerge — just as the other boy had — from the snow that had gathered around him.
In the tense moments that followed, Yukon couldn't think of what to do or say. So he stood there, at ease, the sharpness of his gaze rested lightly upon the stranger. Whatever this kid had, he wanted in on it. He wanted that confidence, the balls to venture to a new land and howl to announce his arrival.
He gave a small boof by way of greeting, the movement sloughing some of the more powdery snow off his back.
But something compelled him to do just that. Something deep, hungry, an opportunist given the chance to strike. So he moved, twisted further until he could gather his limbs beneath him and emerge — just as the other boy had — from the snow that had gathered around him.
In the tense moments that followed, Yukon couldn't think of what to do or say. So he stood there, at ease, the sharpness of his gaze rested lightly upon the stranger. Whatever this kid had, he wanted in on it. He wanted that confidence, the balls to venture to a new land and howl to announce his arrival.
He gave a small boof by way of greeting, the movement sloughing some of the more powdery snow off his back.