Moonspear The recent expansion of the forbidden dog park

It didn't take long for Dragomir's careening legs to give out under him. He crashed onto the icy path, biting his tongue when his chin thwacked against the ground. Damn, he ground out as he slid to a halt. Between his smarting chin and stinging tongue, he wasn't surprised to feel tears burning on his eyelids. Not exactly the best look for a noble Moonspear wolf.

Thankfully he wasn't the only wolf around who was less graceful than a newborn fawn. From a nearby snow bank, a scruffy off-white she-wolf emerged, only to fall in the exact same fashion. Dragomir almost couldn't believe his luck that he'd witnessed it. A soft snort of laughter was his answer to her question as he attempted to sit up. He wouldn't test his luck standing on the perilous path just yet.

That was smooth, he chuckled, trying to ignore how the mess of snow in his black fur betrayed him having the same luck with the ice.

She shook her head, as she sneezed sofltly, laughing at not only the other wolf- but also herself.

"I mean, the ice was smooth-" She jested, smirking at her own remark.

"I must say- you pull that look off well-" She gestured with her nose at him. "You look like a beautifully snow dusted pine tree."

She shook out her fur. "I look like I fell in whats below the ice- and not the ice itself-" She laughed, poking fun at her scruffy coat.