The white snow crunches underfoot as you walk into the park, each gloved hand holding a picnic basket. In the left, a normal one filled with food. In the right, a secure pastel purple one with a black ribbon tied around its handle. You found a nice spot to set down the blanket, sitting down on the worn fabric and opening the colored basket first. Out hopped Second, an orange-gold small puppy with bright, silly green eyes and a little bow that was also a bright green. Out next hesitantly slipped Chosen, a black kitten with red eyes and scars all over.