Morningside Cuesta sky watcher

She accepted, stood up from the snow, level her gaze with his and shook the snow off her pelt.

He returned her smile as she spoke and stepped towards him: “Always. We’ll head back west, just to the Mudminnow River. If we have any luck, we can snag a catfish.” He said with a wink, and began to trot in that direction, regularly making sure Vale wasn’t too far behind and he too ahead. 

They trekked through the snow, but Bjorn’s large size, paws and strong legs left a good trail to follow, flattening out the white sea.