Bearclaw Valley one voice tells me that they laugh

she stuck unusually close to him.

she might have tripped over him if he had halted his walk at any point. any closer and she would have been on his hip like a revolver.

if it had been anyone else, this might have been a heartwarming sight.

she thought she saw tracks in snow. not the kind that worried but something that might be a bit more promising. carefully she nipped at his heels and chuffed softly.