Hushed Willows elusinian

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Tambourine loved the snow. He loved jumping in it, rolling in it, snorting it, eating it and—most of all—peeing in it. Just now he attempted to draw a wolf's face but he lost his balance and staggered, pissing on his leg instead. Laughing and shaking his head at himself, he sat and began to clean the moisture off his limb, admiring the little bit of yellow snow he'd managed to create. When he was finished, he sprang back onto all fours and cantered off into the willows to find another drift to destroy.

Instead, he found a wolf. "I don't know you," he blurted, slowing to eyeball the unfamiliar she-wolf. Her coat was darker on top, then faded on her lower half. She was pretty. Tambourine's tail waved and he smiled at her, noticing the sparkling of melting snow on her pelt and the heaps of white behind her. "You playing in the snow too? It's pretty cool, isn't it?" he quipped, wiggling his eyebrows and chortling at his own joke before adding, "I'm Tambourine."