"See for yourself," Caspian tells her, smiling, as they head towards the woods. It takes a little coaxing to get Corella into a trot to match Ghost, but she settles into it after a moment.

The the light, fluffy flakes have settled on every branch and twig and needle, providing stark contrast to the dark trees. Everything is muffled and silent under the blanket of snow that steadily coats the world.