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Winter was a challenging time for all, but it also brought togetherness. More than ever, they needed to lean on each other to survive—perhaps even thrive—and so they did. Killdeer relished the time spent with his children, packmates. . .

And @Amalia, of course, who had become so dear to him.

He sent out a call for her as he shuffled through the inch or two of snow that had settled beneath the alpine forest. More had gathered, of course, upon the highlands, but the tall tree boughs spared this ground from the brunt of precipitation.

Killdeer was hunting, patrolling, but idly, at that. He much would prefer his paramour's company, and he paced along a little restlessly as he waited for her.

making an assumption that Amalia is welcomed into Moonspear!

Amalia had immediately made her self useful. She had begun to fill caches and run the borders. Something she had always done at any pack she had been a part of. She was glad to be of assistance here. Where she could be. Being around those she cared for was a plus. She was stil unsure of her footing as she moved through the current of a relationship of more than platonic. But the butterflies in her stomach, she assumed were a good thing. Even if they felt uncomfortable at times.

As she traveled the borders. She found herself caught in play as she always was. Throwing herself upon the ground to roll about the snow and leave footprints. She bounded from one foot spot to the other. A giggle rolling through the air. She heard the call for her. And she followed it, but still playing. Who said adults couldn't play?

She came, bounding, dark against the snow, twirling and laughing and—

He'd never seen a more beautiful sight.

Chuckling along with her, he broke into a lope, cruising across the cold-packed ground to arrive by her side, tail wagging fiercely, muzzle moving to give her tiny kisses at her lower jaw and throat.

You're in a good mood, Killdeer told her, grinning. Does the snow always make you so frisky?

Her energy was infectious; he felt it humming through his own bones, and almost shivered with the feeling.

Amalia lived life to the fullest at all times. She did her best in all that she did. This was no different. She was striving to be as unique as she could be. Because what was better than being yourself. Even on a good day.

Suddenly Killdeer was there, beside her. Near her in her space. She was surprised, but not deterred.

I always try and be in a good mood. IT takes too much effort to be anything, but. She returned the soft kiss to his nose and eyes.

I do love snow, but I also adore playing in leaves, and swimming and running in teh mud. She laughed then.

I just enjoy life.

Her joy, as always, was transcendent. Even through the worst, she had a positive attitude that seemed to overcome the darkness. And just as she'd been there for him in his times of grief, so too would he be by her side if trouble came knocking at her door.

That's why I love you, Killdeer remarked, face softening as he looked at her. Well, one of the many reasons, anyway. But a really big reason.

Killer bent low, then, and stuck his muzzle into the snow, flicking up a spray of ice toward her chest. He laughed and darted away, streaking through the trees; looking back, daring her to catch him.

When in Rome.

it was no lie. And AMalia had her doses of Melancholy. Who didn't. But she tried hard to move through them and beyond them. And it helped sometimes having a brother who knew herbs and food. She found sometimes things just needed some medicine, rest or something in her belly and it wasn't so bad.

Then she was shy. her ears flicked and she wrinkled her maw in both delight and surprise. Oh. She laughed then breathlessly .Ditto. I mean me too. I mean yes love you too. Then she laughed again. Sorry I make things awkward. But i Do. Love you by the way .

She gasped as the snow hit her and then she wuffed. Oh IT IS ON. She gave chase.

He was running, but her words still rang in his ears like bells from heaven.

"I love you, too." Over and over. A divine symphony.

So much so that he lost his footing over a gnarled tree root, half hidden in the snow, and went tumbling head over heels—figuratively and literally.

Ow, Killdeer managed when he'd come to a stop, rolling his golden gaze over to find her beautiful face. I think you win.

But it really, really didn't feel like a loss on his end.

Too Close, she was too close and as he fell face first into the piles of snow. her entire body and being fell too. Face first into the snow, covering shoulders and eyes. She lifted her head up with a laugh and then laughter split her maw in too, and she fell to her side. Laughing uproariously.

Finally, she managed to stop her laughter and quit. She rolled over, tongue lolling, paws up in the air. She windmilled them for a minute and then grinned.

We'll call it a draw.

apologies for the wait <3

At least they both fell, and they lay laughing in the snow for a long time. His golden eyes shifted her way when she spoke again, and he shook his head, face set in reverie.

You're too kind, Killdeer remarked softly, and rolled closer. He tucked his muzzle into the space between her neck and shoulder and breathed in deep, exhaling on a blissful sigh. You're really just the best, you know that?

He didn't want to move from this spot. He wouldn't cry foul if he were to die right here, right now—

But he really hoped he didn't.

I'm sorry. We've been doing a lot of wrestling tournaments and work has me exhausted. But I'm good today

She sighed and shifted. It was warm right there between them. And she was comfortable woth the snow and Killdeer.

I've been told that a time or too. She chuckled. She loved that about herself. That she continued to be nice.

She shifted to give him more purchase and giggled as his warm breath puffed across her neck. Stirring the fur there.

Thank you..

no apologies needed! I'm going to close this one out for a more recent thread <3

I'm sure you have, Killdeer murmured, chucking. And I'm sure they all meant it. But no one means it more than I do.

He stretched out with a groan and a sigh and then gathered her into his forelimbs, the two of them cutting a charming scene against the blanket of snow.

Killer would savor this moment for as long as possible.