"We had this river for a while, it hasn't frozen for a long time." Venti had chosen to go on his own sort of expedition. He spent his whole life in that city, so he kept kicking off the snow and grass that stuck to his paws. What was odder was that Nereus was accompanying him. The grey tom was shaking with every step, green eyes flicking around wildly. Like he expected something to jump out at them. Venti was blessed with a longer coat, he could stand the cold. The same could not be said for Nereus. who's short grey coat was a magnet for the falling snowflakes. 

Even though Venti said that, he rarely came out this way. The once flourishing field now had monsters camped on it, grass crushed into the ground. Little buildings everywhere, most filled with twolegs who barely gave them a glance. But Venti watched them talk to each other and instinctively picked up the pace. The little cave that his father had led his dates too was now ripped apart, the shiny stones that adorned it gone. And the river, oh the river. It was still there, still flowing. But the twolegs had installed pipes into it, burying them in the ground. And Venti didn't find the new color in it very appetizing. 

"We'll have to find fresh water somewhere else, huh?" Nereus' high voice chittered, his teeth clicking together as Venti nodded solemnly.