Swiftcurrent Creek dreaming through the thunder

A mound of snow moved! Juniper’s muscles coiled and then she leapt into the air. Thump! Her face sunk deep into the snowpack. She reeled back, spraying powder to and fro.

“Ughh!” she growled, frustrated, until she realized Etienne was here.

“Oh, hi!” Juniper said, switching emotions as if somebody flipped a switch.

“Does bonjou mean hello?” Juniper asked as her eyeballs tracked Etienne's delicious looking bone.