Silver Moraine Race you to the bottom!

It was a scent, at first, and then a clatter of stones. Revolver looked up just in time to see a tawny shape sailing toward him, but before he could hail her, their bodies had tangled together and tumbled the rest of the way to the gully's floor. For a moment, the male could not even draw breath past the pain blossoming all over his body. However, when he could finally gasp fresh, winter air into his lungs, he expelled it just as quickly with a joyful shout, 

"Jubee!"

He attacked her with all the affection he had left in his body - which was quite a bit, considering he'd been on his own for three whole days. Her face was covered liberally with kisses, and he grabbed her in a chokehold to thrust his hips halfheartedly into hers. "Where've you been, you bad girl?" he growled, halfway between playful and furious. He might've yelled, but his body was too sore and tired to hold any real amount of anger, so he settled for flopping to his side and fixing her with an accusing stare.