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Broad black shoulders dusted with snow. He pushed forward from the cover of the willow trees. Hissing in a deep breath as snow from atop fel lacross his back.

He gave his red tinted black fur a shake. And blinked the eye rimmed with white. A long luxurious stretch body bowed down. The crack and pop letting him know everything was returning to place.

One deep breath in, one out. Eyes closed as the snow fell to dust his face in frosty freckles.