Stone Circle Now, am I wrong?

His fawn-like body made him quite unstable at times - a lot more when the ground was covered in frozen goods and slippery things. It was often that he found himself tripping over things, sometimes his own paws, and always had did it have to be in front of a girl. He did not usually hurt himself and this time was no exception - nothing broken, nothing twisted but his pride had taken quite some damage as he heard her restrained giggle. At least she worries over me - lucky me.

He pulled his long snout and sunken face out of the snow - his face covered in tiny flecks of the frosted stars and his fur pretty wet. His mane and chest were in the same state, but his rear had not taken any snow-damage, as he liked to think of it. With an embarrassed but goofy smile did he look up at her, nodding his head in a "yes".

He rolled over to where she was, his high tolerance for cold and pain making him not bothered by the fact that it was pretty uncomfortable to do so, and "bopped" her legs if she was not fast enough with her retreat. He did so while a soft laughing sound poured from his throat, his stump of a tongue wriggling about in his mouth to control himself.