Ravensblood Forest halichoerus

as they engaged in a game of chase, sobeille's heart raced. despite hardly knowing this yearling from the snow on the ground, sobeille was fully rooted in play -- and her own antics communicated this by the light wave of her tail, same as her play-adversary's.

as the stranger closed in on her hocks sobeille kicked into turbo-gear, doing her best to spray snow behind her as she went. she squealed and wheeled, ducked and turned -- racing around a tree before pouncing towards the stranger again.

eventually she tired, and a new scent in the snow caught her interest. sobeille paused and sniffed at the dark spot before lifting her head to face the stranger. ey, what your name be?