Overture Downs Skadoosh

There she was, moving through the snow like an avalanche on a horizontal plane, like huge snow monster, ready to devour it's prey. Nunataq crouched, waiting patiently for the right moment. It was a wolf version of jack-in-the-box. As the other adult was nearing her, the crank was being turned and the innocent melody was playing. The moment it snow-bombed right next to Nuna, the figurative lid of her hiding place sprang open and she popped out like that notorious jester and with out-stretched paws and opened maw aimed at the other wolf's scruff. Experience so far had told that this was the best way to have an upper hand with any kind of opponent (except those, who made a pancake out of her, by falling on her).