Silvertip Mountain SNOW.

Mind if we fade this and go for a newer one?

FitzDutiful stayed behind a little bit as she entered the cave, taking a few deep breaths before bracing the dark. It didn't take long for his eyes to adjust and the excited yip brought his attention directly to her once his vision was around. With a smile he noted her tail wagging in a manner he had seen maybe once before and she laid down on the bison skin. Anxiety he didn't know he had been holding suddenly weighed on his shoulders no longer and he smiled to see herself so happy.

Zaria asked questions, or maybe statements for he didn't plan to answer it. He hoped it was entact enough and the few rips and tears from where it had snagged or his immature skinning hadn't ruined it. He didn't know how long it would last, hopefully long enough. He moved over to sit by the edge and she came to lick his chin, something he revelled in. "How about we christen this before taking it back to our den?" he asked her, seductively, happy to to be making her happy.