_______________________________________________<br/><br/>Even though Sirius had been home for the span of christmas break, it felt like time had gone by in a rush. It was so different spending limited days together when the sun barely rose, making the days short and dark at the hunting post. While they could spend eternities playing in summer, their time together was now narrowed down to a few, bleak hours.<br/>Moony had been loitering at the feet of the hut, drawing tracks of snow hares on the freshly fallen snow. They had spent the days playing hunters, following tracks left on the snowy ground and waving around with pretend riffles. It had been a quiet, solemn affair that Moony had felt to he heart warming. Now, back at the hut and with no animals to disturb, Sirius had once again gone off on a tangent about James.<br/>Moony's attention was on the snow, poking holes in the surface, barely paying attention as pressure built in his chest. He had always known Sirius had looked forward to the start of a new term, growing anxious in the confinement of the Manor; Moony had just never experiences that wanderlust when it was just the two of them.<br/>"Yeah?" he agreed, or questioned, or whatever was appropriate for whatever statement Sirius had made. He turned, picturing how the hare might have circled him, continuing the drawing and not looking at Sirius. "That's great."