Alpine Lake for merely dreaming we were snow

He grinned at her, which was promising. Masquerade returned it with a slightly sheepish one of her own, long tail waving hopefully. She stepped backward when he nodded, his body language telegraphing his intent to join her in a way she understood quite clearly.

She snorted when the chipmunk abruptly reappeared, fleeing the scene with such rapidity that Masque barely reacted otherwise. After it had vanished, she blinked after it, then tilted her head to the left now as her eyes found Sable’s face. Where had it been hiding? In his rectum?

With a huff and a shake of her head, Masquerade decided against asking about it. She swiveled on a paw, glancing around before choosing to head northwest, where the trees spanned toward the slough. Surely they could rustle up some small prey there.