Hoshor Plains Betcha dinner is a doozey

They came at him in a whirlwind of motion: first a lithe grey-cast little thing, springing forth and tossing snow in a wave across his shoulders. He did not see this coming and when he felt the first touch of cold, his eyes flew wide. So did his jaws, and when parted the shrew he had been so happily touting came free. It fell by the wayside and was swiftly buried beneath a second wave, this time from the opposite side.

Soon enough Dingo was encased in snow, but he tried to fight back in his surprise. He ducked his head and turned his body in a crescent, to no avail. The grass, slick with ice and now fresh powder, slipped out from under him and Dingo went down hard, curling his legs to his belly in the manner of a cockroach flipped on its back.