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Her laugh was encouraging, pushing him onward across the trail she blazed in deep snow past jutting spars of stone. The hinderance it offered gave him the edge he needed as she sank further into the drifts, the inevitable conclusion to her game came swiftly once she was snared; Dirge plowed through here too, long limbs reaching for her in efforts to bowl her over into plush glittering cover. His smile spanned the length of his muzzle then as he devolved to rough housing. Nothing too wild, but it was a game she wanted through her courting then he would happily oblige.