Redtail Rise blue halite

From his position, the wind tracked away from him and up into the rise. So was it that Halite hadn't the faintest notion that he was near claimed territory, nor that someone was approaching, until he heard a breathy call ring out across the snow.

Hare forgotten and replaced by this much more interesting discovery, he closed the distance between them with curious steps. Limestone tail fanned his hocks, ears airplaned, until they were almost nose to nose and it was here that he paused for a heartbeat to drink in her scent.

The musk that clung to her feather-white pelt was intriguing. She smelled of others. Of a mother's perfume and fresh blood. 

A bark and he slipped his elbows to the snow in a bow, inviting her to play.