Bright flowers breaking through the last layers of snow as flakes yet fall lazily to the ground, the scent of new on still cold air, the sun breaking through the dark clouds, stalking silently over ground dark and soft with fresh melt, the warmth of the cold's last breath.
Last Snow is the first king of the Waethan, his respect earned through his stealth and cunning, his mate, Mist, at his side.