Steamy clouds of breath billow into the frigid air as she tugs you along, flapping furiously and not once loosening her grip on your arm. The mid morning snow was a solid six inches deep and fresh; the pegasus’ powerful wings leave contrails of crystalline mist that narrowly avoid you thanks to your proximity. After a minute of you speedwalking, she finally relents, releasing your arm before circling back to peek through the trees at the resort far behind. 