StormLiger

"I'm beginning to hate all this snow," Steph muttered, hugging her sister's cloak more tightly around her shoulders. Snow was all well and good, she decided, when you had Susan, Rebecca and Lucy to build snowmen with and Edmund and Peter to throw snowballs at, but when you had to trudge through mile after mile of it in wet boots and cold feet it wasn't much fun at all. She didn't have the worst of it though – her small group of personal guards was comprised of three fauns, two satyrs and a centaur, all of whom were having a hard time trying to keep their hooves from sliding out from under them. It was only the beginning of winter and the gro