In my view, it was strangely early to have snow falling, or even frost fall to even be here. I suspiciously looked around, and saw passing clouds darkening up the sky. I was afraid to go out to far in these woods, for I might get lost, or hurt, but my stubbornness replaced my fear, so I continued on my new journey.
I kept on looking around, and the chilly wind hit my nose. It was so fresh, and pure and it made me feel so free. I looked around to see if there was anyone there. I felt the urge to keep on looking around so I trotted a little bit, searching the new place.
Eventually in hunger, I began to search from some, if there was any grass under the snow. I started pawing at it, with my shaggy, black hooves indenting the snow, searching for some grass when I finally reached some. Ravenously I started to chomp on it. It was fresh from the cold radiated from the snow. I kept on munching until I heard something behind me.