Amaris could not describe what it was that led him astray, what incorporeal feeling that now guided his paws and swept him away. But he wandered as if the wind were his compass and the horizon were his home. His citrine gaze that rivaled the hanging sun cast out like a line across the winter-kissed sky as a collection of soft-touched snow danced across his peripherals, marring his back in a blanket of white as he moved.

He had not noticed them, had not cared. Not until the largest of snowflakes hit him square in the face, dragging one of his tufted ears to a lonesome droop as he instinctually twitched to rid himself of the sensation.

But then he blinked, and the world that had once been obscured by the sheets of dancing snow now transformed into the delicate rain of…petals?

He stared, an incredulous look given to the softness of his features as lines were drawn across his brow. This…wasn’t snow? These were…flowers in the softest and brightest shades of pink and red…raining as if they were snow accumulated from the clouds.

Odd..?

A subtle, frowning line dipped across his lips as he hurried forward, forcing his body into a determined run as the snow beneath his feet turned to grass, and the pelting rain of pink-toned petals became the only thing he could see.