Noctisardor Bypass We're sunflowers in the rain

She waited just long enough for Mahler to cross the river and shake out his fur. As soon as his legs kicked into motion, she bounded away with great leaping strides. Wylla was not only younger than Mahler, but more spry by far; like her mother before her, the only sign of aging she would show until delving far into her elder years was the gradual lightening of her coat.

Mahler strove to keep pace, and Wylla let him, for the most part. Each time he drew close enough that he could reach out and snag her tail, if he wished, she would careen away, laughing lightly into the frosty air. The third occurrence of this, she swung around and flung her arm forward to launch a pawful of powdered snow at him.