Redtail Rise my oh my

It was the sound of his bark that caused her to slow her pace, to turn and cause the snow to spray around them. New Snow raced toward him now, barking happily in turn, before she made a noise in her throat for him that beckoned him closer as she merrily bounded in his direction.

Broken clouds smattered the sky above them, and a ray of light caught the grey furs of Mountain Boulder and made him look as though he too had been set aflame. New Snow sought to capture him, forelegs parted to pull him into a wolfish hug where she could lovingly assault his face with a soft mouth; he would be showered, from ear tip to snout, in a billion kisses.