“Dvalinn, Dvalinn- man get back here please, it's too early for this.”
The imp, ignoring his owner's pleas, continued to prance about in the snow, it's white coat making it near impossible to see, with the only visible part being the icy antlers upon its head, shimmering in the daylight. He danced through the fresh layer of snow, leaving barely a hoofprint, as his owner trudged through the blanket of powder behind...
