"Oh yeah, you're right. Snow!" Willow said. She capered more carefully. "I'm still cold though," she decided.Thorn looked down at the young poult. “Willow, be careful.” She said quietly, “You could fall into a hole.” Thorn carefully stepped over, showing Willow how to check the snow first before putting her full weight into it. “Though it’s luckily not that deep today.” Thorn mused.
“It’s snow.” She finally added.
(That is an entirely accurate description)
"I guess we start by going back to the forest," said Slate quietly, kicking the dirty snow. "There's nothing here for us anymore." He stared sorrowfully at the wreckage, his brown eyes seeming extra large in his thin face, stark against the white that pain had painted over it. Something, somewhere, hardened in him, as his last shreds of hope blew away in the breeze. Whether he found hope in something outside himself or strength in the absence of hope, it couldn't be said. All Slate knew is he wanted to keep on living. He didn't lose his fears, but he did shed a little bit of weakness. The change was only subtly noticeable in his tone of voice. Though more purposeful, it was still weak. "We will tell Acorn about this, if she doesn't already know. We have to find a home in the woods."
(that is sad!)
"I agree," she said, looking at Slate's sorrowful face, and nudged him, "It will be okay, Acorn will find a way."
(She didnt sleep well last night without him.... Because he was paralyzed in his hind legs, we kept him in a big rectangle box/bucket, so he was close to food and water.)
"Yes," said Slate, looking nervously at Copper. Will she though? Acorn is a bit... well, she's Acorn. And Acorn might be better than most at survival, but she doesn't know everything, and if she did know everything, she might make things more difficult for everyone else. From what I see, she's never been in the woods during the winter before. We need help. But will she accept it?
Bessy arrived at the barn, probably to make Slate's life horrible. Slate squinted at Bessy somehow believing that by seeing less of her, she'd target him less. "We're looking at the ruins of the barn," he said. "Now we're going back though."
