Crossfire grumbled something under his breath as Mourning hopped around him, talking on and on about her favorite band. He trudged through the blizzard, his ears feeling as if they were going to fall off.Mourning on the other hoof, was probably perfectly warm. Crossfire then stepped on her scarf, which turned her around.
"Shut up!" He growled. Mourning's eyes widened and she began to pout, her ears flattened. The purple mare sunk down into the snow and wrapped herself in her scarf. He grunted and kept walking, hardly able to stay on his hooves. Few hours passed as they trudged along the aplines in silence. The blizzard had died down to a light snow and they could actually see where they were going. A shadow was cast on them and the ground, circling them. Crossfire looked up and saw a dark figure, flying above. It's body was black as night, with it's underbelly scales were a crimson red. Crossfire bolted across the clearing with panic, Mourning trailing behind. They jumped behind a rock and crossfire breathed.
"What the hay was that?"
"Dragon." Mourning replied.