Redtail Rise my oh my

New Snow paused, thinking she heard something past her own determined step. And she did! It was Mountain Boulder, who was now returning! She pushed her own pace to meet him all the quicker. She burned, and each touch ignited different parts of her. New Snow felt consumed by this age old need, and nosed him in turn with a newly returned neediness.

Her ears twitched at his rumble; New Snow repeated the noise in her own voice. Their oath:

I am yours, and you are mine. She licked his own mouth too, mindful of the cuts and scrapes that were mending well. Hers too, though the mark along the bridge of her muzzle would remain. As would the notch on her ear... a mark they both shared, having fought the same battle!

He had proven himself time and time again. New Snow only hoped she was a mate worthy of him!

And with a playful nip to his cheek, New Snow huffed a small laugh as she danced out of reach and slipped into a play bow, another rumble (catch me!) coming forth as her tail swayed slowly behind her, the fragrance she then wore brought to him by the wind. And then she lunged away with a happy grin.