Wild Berry Meadow you swallow me, i'm a pill on your tongue

there it was again, that spark of interest as he followed her gamine form between the trees, trudging through the snow together.  had someone spied this encounter from afar, they might dismiss it as something playful, something casual.

and in a way it was, but in a way it was something much deeper.

before she knew it, he was on top of her and they were barreling through the snow.  her stilt-legs thrashed underneath her to try to find footing but they failed; all his weight was suddenly upon her and a whine escaped from her lips, ears pinning back in a faux kind of surprise.