Moonspear champagne

His own path to her was easier than the one she forged; the snow that had fallen here but the previous night was soft, and she sank through it. She was not quite large enough to be the perfect plow, and her energy was easily wasted in this task—Hydra loosed peals of laughter at the failure, giddy instead of frustrated, as her chest pressed against the snow and sent it every which way. Much of it covered her person, the tips of her furs shimmering and looking as though she were shrouded in diamonds.

Both ears turned backward as he caught up, and her eyes were wide as she looked back to witness her inevitable 'misfortune' (she could hardly call it that) as he closed the distance between them. She let out a playful squeal as she attempted to avoid capture, breathy laughs coming from her as she bounded onto what she hoped might be more solid ground and letting out a horrified yell of disappointment as she found she had been horribly wrong. Snared! Damnable snow!