Mornings after snowstorms are always beautiful. The sun brings out the hidden color in the new fallen snow. This had been such a morning and the day that followed was an equally lovely day. Rosamund spent it out among the hills and wooded areas surrounding the town. It’s not that the fox-tailed Bepotelkh dislikes towns or humans, it is simply that the noise and constant company gets to be too much sometimes even in a more quiet and laid back place like this. So they arranged a tem...