Redtail Rise rise,

Her man! New Snow bounded toward him through the soft fresh snow, carving out a path easily. Her tail whipped wildly around, her own fragrance traveling with it as she pressed into him, high-stepping around her mate until she was right beside him. Now she pressed beneath his muzzle, needy little whines trickling forth from her throat—and then she bolted ahead, slapping her forelegs against the earth as she slipped into a playbow. 

Her ears are pricked as she hears the sound of another. Soft eyes turn from Mountain Boulder to a man yet unnamed by her. He lurked, and New Snow then stood to stare. She listened for Mountain Boulder, who might make his own stand.