Moonsong Glacier To regard the frost and the boughs

She sniffed, on the verge of a giggle; but she held it back. The gesture, though not meant to, tickled. And the girl in her wanted to laugh and bound away like a doe in a prairie. 

But, maybe the latter she could do... 

The question was — would he play along? 

Blowing a light breath against his muzzle, she lept backwards, then spun in a quick, graceful dance. 

Yipping faintly, she poised to dash off, but waited, glancing over her shoulder to see if he would join in the playful chase.