Moonsong Glacier my fingers laced to crown,

The cat closed the distance with ease, hindered only by the snow which he could power through, stride by stride, until he was practically within arms reach of the golden-furred creature. By now he knew it was not the woman — it was something smaller, with sharp angles and a longer coat. He loosed a snarl at the discovery as if it incited some violent tendencies within him, but really it was a rallying cry; then, cresting a hillock that placed him in line with the wolf, he made a mad leap with claws reaching eagerly for @Slavik's face. The pale wolf who ran alongside him was still somehow missed, not catching in Zugzwang's mental radar as he focused so intently on the golden spark of fur.