Bearclaw Valley it don't matter if the cold wind blows

The touch of her against him brought chills to his flesh, and the half-blood yipped softly against it, turning his skull and reaching to lick beneath her chin. Before he could move, she had turned from him and darted away. The length of her limbs carried her like a bullet. Tadec breathed a short sigh and followed her movements for a moment before releasing himself and sprinting in pursuit. His eyes bobbed and danced like floating lanterns against the white of the snow and the dark smoke of his pelt. The wind buffeted his figure in his flight, but he did not slow his chase this time around.