Dragoncrest Cliffs you and i, we still have a while left

She blinked after him, dimly heard his words, and then followed. When she finally caught up to him, she willed herself to not focus on the strain of his shoulders beneath his coat; or imagine how his jaws, currently set in resolution, might feel around her own ruff again; or last night's press of him him him against her, on top of her, as they'd slumbered.

Aure kept her distance from him, trailing behind once more and keeping a keen eye on their surroundings. A couple of several beats of silence tittered on, and she passed the time half-mindedly admiring the sequoias. Then, she heard it; the faint crackle of frost from vegetation -- somewhere near, but also not. Immediately, she lowered her head, a notch creasing her muzzle as she skulked past Verx.

She stilled where she was, staring frostily at the tangle of sprawling, reaching roots of a redwood; a glimpse of downy, winter fur and great ears. Rabbit. The pale she-wolf started, and then hesitated, turning her head towards Verx in a silent inquiry, but kept her eyes pointedly on a holly bush -- did he want to catch it instead?