Frankly, this was all a bit much for Hirundo. First he'd woken up in the middle of nowhere in winter, possibly the worst time to be lost. When he'd finally gotten tired enough to rest his eyes despite the imminent threat to his life, he was plagued by an awful nightmare he could barely understand. A nightmare that, apparently, was real!

All he wanted to do was run away from everything, and keep on running until his paws went numb. He only hesitated because there was something inviting about the first magic door. Something warm, calm, a hint of sun! When was the last time he'd seen the sun? He had no idea, now that he thought about it. Better not to think about it. Just go towards the light!

When he stepped through, he was distraught to find himself dumped yet again in some miserable hellscape of snow. Something felt different, though. He heard shouting, song. He almost felt warmth on his face. The sun was close by! Was he supposed to...sing to the sun? Would that call it back? Huh.

Well, if there was one thing he was good at...

Hirundo lifted his voice in a deep howl, finding himself singing a tune that his mother had taught him. A song to welcome spring, and the sun, and a celebration of the death of winter...