Otatso Wetlands [m] dans cho

His coat lifted as he was appraised; he was a modest man, but he knew to peacock so that she might see the fine gloss of his short but dense coat. His fur moved in rippling waves as he walked, complimenting the lean musculature hidden beneath. He caught a glimpse of her smile, and returned it with one of his own, teeth still sheathed. 

He crouched when she yipped- and sprinted forth after her, huffing out puffs of hot air with each stride as he followed suit, mindful of his footing and the ice that lurked nearby. His head snaked low, and with a soft chuff he applauded her speed and movements- his herding instinct both triggered and satisfied with every movement she took. His gaze was locked onto her- ready to anticipate any movements so she would not easily shake him from her path. 

Snow flew by him- but he raced on, undeterred.