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She was delighted at his response - the only noise in their impoverished world of ice. Charmed by the breeze of snow he left in his wake, the female hesitated - that is: until he was nearly eight body lengths away from her. It was then that her mitts sprang to life, giving chase to the flurry of dark umber before her.

Her paws had barely even left the earth when he turned back towards her - a large stick lolling from his jowls. She felt her chest stutter - a chuckle releasing from her maw - before she let out a low rumble. Her growl was betrayed by the glimmer of glee and approval in her aquamarine eyes.

She padded nearer - until she was in reach of the branch. The female paused before him, lowering her head to the ground before darting out to grab an open space on the stick.