Phoenix Maplewood Fade into you

Mason followed without question, his eyes fixed on her… tail. Although she set off at a jaunty pace with little room for argument, she did add that she would like them to hunt together. Mason smiled. “I’d like that… I need the practice, I’m not very good” he admitted with a bit of dejection in his voice. He also wasn’t particularly interested in hunting, but she seemed to enjoy it, so he pushed himself to pick up his pace.
 
His tail waved behind him, his plush yet sparse fur bouncing gently on the wind created by their movements. His three muddy-socked paws began to blend into the ground as sheltering trees meant some patches of earth were not covered in snow. Soon spring would come, he hoped.
 
Mason moved forwards until he was in line with Desna, his tail lower than hers and some distance from her shoulder lest she shrug off his touch again. “So what shall we aim for?”