Fyte looked at Sugar. "Its fine, little one." Fyte gently took the paper off Sugar, rolled it up and put it behind one of her horns.
When the Ballama appeared Fyte jumped back in surprise, regained her composure and said "Greetings Biscotti."
Aiveron sulked, his talons were wet, his wings were frosted and his feathers soaked. He stared miserably at the sky. He knew he would have to keep searching though.
So he plodded along, each step his talons sinking deeper into the snow.