A gentle snow was falling, swirling and sparkling in the cold evening air. Burrowgatory was quiet as the soft glitters settled onto the ground, blanketing every surface in white. It was quite the beautiful backdrop — perfect for many buns as they went about the end of the first day of the new year, decked in all manner of warm layers and exchanging hot drinks and sweet treats alike.
It was so perfect, pristine, and serene — everything that Dove liked to see. Wrapped up in warm, flu...
