Fox's Glade climb the fence, books and pens

Light steps and crunching snow had her muzzle twist down with a sharpness that had her wince, and not for the first time did she wonder just how long her neck would take to heal. But the owner of the short greeting had her pain quickly forgotten, and she blurted as the other did, "you're a dog!" The difference in inflection and the delay in her own words had the dogs' words join together in a mangled mess, though it hardly mattered.  "hi! I thought I was the only one here!" Her words came out in an excited rush, and the tapped the ground in an excitement-induced play-bow, tail wagging rapidly behind her as she grinned at the stranger, realizing rapidly that she too was a collie, one that looked rather a lot like her brother.