When I'm feeling down and the heat of the summer is harsh in my home, I sometimes wish that I could just lay back in a cool bed of fluffy pillows and enjoy some cold air on my face. It's a bit of a silly dream of course. How could one even imagine frozen tails fluffing out of their pants? Or that their own breath might carry the wisps of a frozen north?

What would it look like to see the white hairs shivering across your arm? Much less feel the blue pads growing on your toes and palms.

Oh, I can just feel my heart fill with ecstasy as seeing my brown curls turn into white waves, each dancing on an unseen wind like a blizzard in slow motion.

Or perhaps my notice would go to my ears. Feeling them twitch and swivel atop my chilly head as they give me so much more room to hear. To experience reality.

Even now I can feel my body shiver in tune with my imagination, all potential consequences forgotten. Why would I care about clothes or the responsibilities of life in the moment of surprise and joy I would gain in cold revelation? Why should I pay attention to the summer heat when I am wrapped up in my own personal arctic?

It's a wistful sigh. A need denied. But really, what's the harm in dreaming of winter wishes?

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A commission given to me by my good friend,  tofubread after a period of especially tough depression I suffered through a good while back. It's thanks to this picture that I really got into the Ninetales as a species. Honestly, If I were to become an Alolan Ninetales, either feral or anthro, I would welcome it with open arms. Who wouldn't want to have several fluffy tails and the power to keep yourself cool during the summer?

Art by DinoDoggo

Commission bought by  tofubread

Rygone belongs to  Rygone