It's the start of the ending of winter when Picard finally makes his way to the river. A thick blanket of snow still covers the ground and the trees branches glisten with ice from one of the last storms of the season. All around him the birds that remain tweet quietly as they settle in their nests and a lone doe makes her way quietly through the trees.
Taking slow steps, Picard makes his way carefully through the snow covered paths towards the sound of rushing water. His gold and white butterfly wings opening and closing slightly as he steps through the trees. So far this was one of his most favorite places he had decided to investigate. The landscape was fascinating despite the freezing cold and the way the snow stuck in clumps to the hair on his legs and in his tail.
His eyes slowly traced across the landscape that spread out around him and when he finally comes to the river he releases a long breath before taking a few more steps even closer to the dark waters. White caps burst along the surface of the river and the waves crashed along it's banks as the threat of another storm builds in the distance.
The cold air burns in his chest as he watches the rivers raging waters. After a while he glances up only to make eye contact with the doe who had somehow made her way across the river. For a moment they watch one another and then the sound of a tree crashing in the distance shatters the moment. With it the doe turns sharply and hops into the trees leaving him alone once again. "Man," he whispers softly in disappointment.