Hoshor Plains Betcha dinner is a doozey

Peony listened to the woman's stuttered answer, her hesitation was obvious. But it was also clear that she was trying to think of something to do, so Peony allowed her concentration to thrive. The only sound the girl made would be the quiet thwump... thwump... thwump... of her tail on the cold and bitter Earth. A steady rhythmic record, replaying itself over and over. 

Inna mentioned mischief, and Peony was already all for it. It'd been a while since she'd had a bit of real action in her life, it was a nice change. She glanced behind her to see if anybody could hear their deviating plan and she turned back to find a face full of snow! "Hey!" the youngling shouted through the flakey snow. Sending a wave of cold shredded ice back in her newfound friend's direction as she giggled and then shook the snow from her pelage.

"I'm in!" Excited now, the lady shot up like a rocket and went to meet her companion a few feet ahead of her. "Who should we start with? I haven't met many of the other wolves... but it's okay!" the lady reasoned. Inna seemed to be enjoying it too considering she had already begun with Peony as the target. Anything the wolf had to say, she would be all ears.