Alpine Lake for merely dreaming we were snow

Tearing a freshly dead rodent in half was easier said than done. Masquerade growled around her half of the kill, though it was entirely playful as their tug-o’-war commenced. Several shakes and yanks later, the carcass tore in two halves of very roughly equal size.

Masque let hers drop from her mouth. She rested a paw on top of the skull and grinned bloodily at Sable. That had been quite the tag team effort. She adored her mate but it had been nice to hunt alongside someone else for a change.

Thinking of him reminded her that, I need to get back to him. My mate, I mean. Her face and voice were both regretful. We’ve been staying in the woods directly west of here, past the two rivers. You can’t miss it. You could come by sometime, if you want. We have most of a dead deer left. I wouldn’t mind sharing with such a good hunting partner.