Several hours later, it was morning. And fortunately for them again, it basically wasn't snowing one bit, giving the sun the opportunity to dazzle up in the blue sky like a large fireball. The chilly, bone-chilling wind was blowing so swiftly, penetrating itself amidst the small old-fashioned window and entering into the cottage, dancing around it.
The morning was quite exquisite today, and beautiful Flower who was still sleeping too couldn't help but never want to wake up. She was curled up under the blanket like a baby squirrel, her eyes were firmly shut, and her once flat cheeks which had lessen in size due to famishments back in the wilderness was now starting to puff out again. This made her looked adorable whilst sleeping.
