GRAYSON
A SMALL GIFTWinter was now here, strong winds replacing the cool toasty whisphers of summer, frost nipping at our nose and toes, practially any skin that's left exposed. The landscape is blanketed in white fluffy caps, but lonely. At least that's how it has been for the last few years. I've given up on attempting to get Leila inside. I've resorted to silence to end our constant bickering, since she's being stubborn as usual. Leila's dressed warmly, though I'm still working on perfecting the shoe I've got for her.White puffs of fog, ooze from my mouth as I breathe, glancing at the desolate sky, sun hidden behind clouds. Gerzi paces back and forth, observing Leila before walking over to me, dropping himself into the snowy ground, ice crunching beneath his body.'The grasshopper is carrying''What?' I pause my work glancing up at my wolf. He didn't just say what I think he did.'You heard me right the first time'
