Porcupine Ridge nature's motion pictures presents

The small wolf laughed at Jhala's descending exclamation, her entire body vibrating with excitement as she watched the steady Beta clamor out of the hole in the snowdrift she had made previously. "It's amazing, right?!" Diane practically shouted, bounding to the girl's side and nudging her neck and chin excitedly, tail whipping back and forth like a propeller. In such a state of shared excitement, the runaway seawolf could feel entirely like herself. Every single one of her fears and insecurities were forgotten, and fun replaced it all.

Diane breathed in deep, inhaling the cold air, Jhala's thrilling scent, and Porcupine Ridge as it was in a waning winter wonderland. Her smile seemed to carry from ear to ear, and unable to contain all the energy coursing through her, the gold-eyed nymph suddenly spun in a circle and then darted away. She came back again just as quickly, charging back and forth at breakneck speed, stopping/turning on a dime, play-bowing and such so as to elicit Jhala in a chase back up to the ledge.