Jhon had been running for what felt like eternity to him. He had ran so far that he didn't even notice that there was no longer any snow underneath his feet. When he paused to rest the world seemed so different. The air was warm, the ground was clear of snow, and the sound of animals filled the air.

It was foreign and unsettling to him.

He continued on in a careful trot, weary that wasn't in his natural habitat anymore, his white fur being a giveaway.

(Still not near )