Ravensblood Forest halichoerus

sobeille listened with ears cupped. a low song crooned from the stranger’s throat, followed by the scuffle of snow.

she turned her ears this way and that, pinpointing the direction the sounds came from.

then she launched from the snow pit, clambering over the rigid lip of ice. she saw the stranger mid-play bow and lunged for her with waving tail and teeth sheathed, aiming a playful nip anywhere she could before darting away again.