Creeping through the snow, Mot burrowed his face into his large scarf. While he did enjoy messing around during any time of the year, usually he stayed nearby home in the winter- ready to come back in from a time outside and be welcomed by hugs and cuddles by his partner Isolde. Most of the time this was followed by hot chocolate and the both of them curling up nearby the fireplace. Instead, he’d heard rumours of an imp that had him perking up, curiosity burni...
