Cedar Sweep Take a minute

New Snow moved to lick old snow, to clean her tongue from whatever stuck to it. She mouthed the stuff as she sometimes would water to cleanse her palate. Her head turned to see Autumn Leaf approach her, tail softly wagging even while he rushed toward her. Sensing his concern, her tail stilled and she peered around them.

He whined, and his attention seemed to be for her. New Snow was able to put two and two together, knowing the company he kept. With a begrudging sigh and a wolfish groan, new Snow huffily resigned herself and stepped nearer to her with a low head. Her ears flattened apologetically, and her gaze revealed a quiet understanding.

She could be vocal, but she was grateful for the work. These things were so different than home, but different did not mean bad. It was... an adjustment.