Horizon Ridge Yeah she's there all right

While being attacked by the white lump he'd decided was an out-of-season pile of snow was not exactly the most pleasant of experiences, it was a welcome distraction from the onslaught of insects that was currently traumatizing the yearling. Whitter didn't even realize she was approaching until she was upon him, and instinct gave him no room to plot out his own reaction. He curled instantly beneath her with flattening ears and his tail curling beneath his rump. He winced away from the teeth that scraped across his muzzle, but made no move to push her from him. He didn't fight back at all, merely folded in the wake of her fury and let her do what she would.

Waking up from naps had never been his favorite thing. This was probably the worst time he'd ever had of it, though, by far.