Sheepeater Cliff we made our homes in different places

Cameo! She is not near Screech yet.
Powerplaying @Stockholm with permission. ♥

The sheepdog’s natural friskiness was piqued by the frost in the air and the spice of the season; she gamboled through the snow with unfettered eagerness, tufted ears pressed forward upon her skull with such concentration that her gentle brow wore a soft furrow. She was making a rather precise pattern — precise to her, anyway; to an outsider’s eyes, and perhaps even to Stockholm’s, it was abstract at best. If a cartoonist were to put onomatopoeic words to her actions, something like “boi-yoi-yoing — CRUNCH! — shuffleshuffleshuffle — sproi-yoi-yoing — CRUNCH! — shuffleshuffleshuffle” might have sufficed. She sprang into the air like a winged coyote, hovered with all four legs tugged up against her body, and disappeared into the wealth of white. It was only about a foot high here, but Coelacanth was tiny, only about eight inches taller at the withers.

boi-yoi-yoing — THWUP!

Well, the snow was certainly deeper here.

One tufted ear popped out of the Seelie-shaped depression in the snow like a periscope, and it was at this very moment that Screech’s song interrupted the comforting rumble of Stockholm’s chuckle. The other ear sprang free, and in tandem, they both turned west, toward the direction of the howl. The Gampr’s large, bearlike paws moved with infinite care to break his struggling Groenendael free. Something in the howl — unfamiliar to Stockholm, who hadn’t interacted overly much with the young wolf — was apparently very important to his Seelie, so he prepared with good-natured serenity to divert their course once more. They’d been on their way to Morningside, but…

…well, it was fortunate for the sprightly female that her protector had the patience of a saint.

It took some doing, but in a matter of minutes the Gampr and the Groenendael were on the move. Though Stockholm followed Coelacanth’s lead, the pair moved as one, his larger form standing parallel to hers to keep the worst of the wind from knocking her flat.