Stavanger Bay This night ain't for the faint of heart

Her tail swished, her eyes intent on the weird looking white bird. Bowing down, she wiggled her back end, a spark of determination in them. She lunged, yet only caught the bird by the leg, and closed her eyes as it pecked at her eyes and head, trying to get away. Scowling, she shook it and was about to sling it against stone when she heard a call. Rosalyn? She letting the bird go and cursed at it as it flew away and yelled. I didn't want your skinny ass anyway!
Trotting, legs were a blur as her slim body shot across the snow, curiousity pushing her faster. Coming over a rise, her eyes went wide as she saw them facing off. Her head tilted, brows furrowed for a moment. Raising her paw, she hesitated for only a second before trotting forward, yet she kept her distance, eyes sparkling.