Alpine Lake for merely dreaming we were snow

The voice immediately cut the chipmunk off, the rodent scampering back down his neck to hide against the fur of his nape. Sable blew a breath at the thing, before focusing on the stranger. Older than he, monochrome besides a splash of red across their face. They smelled of the area, and maybe of another if he cared to pick and pull at the specifics.

He raised a leg, flapping his paw up and down and letting out a bemused, dismissive breath, as if saying it’s nothing.

Won’t leave me alone anyway. Too much energy to kill it. To bite it, when it had no meat on its bones and was at least entertaining? Sable drummed his thoughts against the ground like rain, essentially doing the signing version of talking to himself. Who knew if this stranger and their grape-wine words even spoke the tongue!