Noctisardor Bypass We're sunflowers in the rain

Bullseye! Wylla met Mahler's snort with a chime of laughter and made as though to sprint away once more, but deliberately hesitated long enough that when he grabbed for her, she tumbled into the snow as if struck by a bulldozer.

Nooo! she wailed in defeat, trying and failing to contain the grin pulling at her cheeks. She flailed in place and shoved her paws against his broad chest and belly in light, playful punches, all while pretending to drown in the white fluffiness all around them.