Porcupine Ridge All my life, I was never there

Her teeth managed t gently clasp at his ear, and the tug seemed to catch him off guard. A playful smirk would have been tossed his way had the both of them not stumbled, and Capri was able to gather the footing she needed to lead the chase.  
 
Her paws were quick, though she slid against the snow at first until she gained full ground. She darted away then, feeling the cool winter wind brush against her cheeks and sting at her eyes, though it was a light laugh that escaped her as she attempted to evade her chaser. Farstep was not far behind her -- he was agile as well, and she was not sure how much longer she could stay before him, despite the sureness of her paws.
 
There was something blissfully innocent about two wolves forging a new bond through the act of play, and Capri swung her muzzle back to give her new friend an impish grin when she would then stumble, her paws smoothing across a starker patch of ice she had missed when not looking. Stunned, she blinked, and while she tried to maintain a level of grace, she would topple over instead, a squeal escaping her and then a laugh.