Snowforest Taiga [feast] deimeika

He kept low, hunched down in the cold snow. Unmoving, save for the slight wiggle of his rump. Icy eyes aglow in the low light, he tracked her every move. With her fire kissed hackles, she was quite easy to spot. She called out, seeking him. He would not give her the pleasure of an answer.

Instead, silent, while she continued her search, he inched up again. Like a great cat, he began his prowl. Stalking her without a sound from behind. He plowed through the snow, faster. Closer. Until he was all but upon her. "Here!" He boomed playfully. The Duskfire rose up on his hindquarters, plummeting down to try and capture her by the waist with his forelegs.