Ouroboros Spine blizzard

His granddaughter, silvery and blanketed in soft red, followed each step he took and mimicked all he did. He walked the worn paths of their lands borders, sticking to the forestry of the Coppice in the gentle rain. 

He lifted his head and sniffed the fresh rain. So did she. He ran the length of his coat on a tree and quivered at the good scratch. So did she. He lifted a leg to pee on a tree. Would she stumble in attempting to do the same? 

A wiry smile was on the graying muzzle of Sunman and he chuckles. You may make a fine Guardian one day, Akmaaksi.