Dragged out of her den and away from work by a very last minute family trip to the snow we are witnessing a rare sight.
The Beastcub does not care for snow, she sure as hell would not live in it by choice, if not given a choice she would surely hibernate. Luckily for her she lives in a place where it has snowed twice in all her life... for all of it's 0.5 inches.
But an hour or two up the hill does lead to snow and that is where the Beastcub ventured.
She has not visited the frosted peaks for years, her last memory of it was dull, happily playing for about 20 minutes before retreating to the car wet and cold and wanting to go home, drearily watching everyone else from the solitude of the remotely warm car for what felt like hours.
But this time the Beastcub had fun up in this pretty and secluded place, got to roam around, got to play with some fascinated mundanes, watched her family's snowball fights, got to see the moon rise above the mountains and shine upon the frozen lake all backed in a dusted pink and purple sky.
The Beastcub has this to say about her trip to the snow
"Fursuit is best snowsuit"
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My personal suit BC
Made and worn by me