Broken Antler Fen I thought of you when I heard that song

A chuff was issued and drew Pyramus' gaze toward a figure who was young, draped in various hues of cream, white, even splashed with granite and ginger. If the wolfdog didn't know any better, he might have believed he'd found a kindred spirit. 

Paramus waved his tail in greeting, a lightness slipping into his snowy paws. The wolfdog spun in a single circle before barking back a greeting of his own.