He is absolutely fascinated by the creature before him, and his curiosity knowing no bounds. He is not quite sure what to call him. He has picked up a few of the words his father likes to so freely share, but he has nothing for what Hoarfrost could be. Nothing to define him by.
Instead, he observes. Listening to the way his breaths heave like bellows, a slow draw in, a slow release out, heavy and labored but somehow appropriate. The way his limbs shift almost lethargically, as though the energy it takes to move them is immense and takes time to build. The way the frost dangling upon his shaggy coat glitters in the light, a drop of moisture occasionally escaping to fall upon the ground. The slight tinkling of ice crystals jangling together, a gentle, almost inaudible music to accompany the great sighs of his breathing.
At the giant’s acknowledgment, Fox smiles. A broad grin that turns a bit roguish as his floppy forelock falls over one eye in response to the movement of his tilted head. He steps back to better consider him, long, slender limbs doing a prancing little jig as he shifts. So very much the opposite of the hulking, deliberate movements of the stallion before him.
”Well, of course you are,” Fox responds in that decidedly chipper manner of his. ”We’re all just animals underneath it all, aren’t we?” For all his youth, the colt could be quite wise in his own way. Still, he is quite young. And he proves it all too readily. ”But that doesn’t mean you can’t be impressive.”
He shifts, his grin turning a bit impish as his amber gaze considers the frost coated strands of his new friend’s shaggy coat. ”And you’re covered in frost,” he says, his voice bright with delight. ”And that’s just the coolest ever!”
Realizing the pun he had just inadvertently made, he chuckles before continuing simply ”I like winter.” The words are accompanied by a swirl of snow that settles over them into a fine dusting of white.
