Rising Sun Valley One Little Slip

Louis loped boldly over the snow, sticking to rocks where he could. Big ears swivelled to catch birdsong and, if he was lucky, some mice scurrying beneath the snow. It wouldn't be too long before the melt, and such creatures would be harder to catch unawares.

He'd done well for himself through the season, even spending it mostly alone. Not being picky certainly helped, but he liked to think some skill had been involved. At least a little.

Ah-hah!

Head tilting, Louis lifted a paw, focusing on the sound of scuttling prey just under the soft white. Springing up, he twisted midair and drove his front paws forward into the snow, snout following with teeth bared. The mouse barely had time to recognize what had come upon it before he clamped down.

But the drift was deeper than expected. With only his hindquarters still above-snow, and neither back paw on the ground, he wriggled, and realized extracting himself from the hole he'd created was not going to be quite as easy as getting into it had been. Whoops...