Fox's Glade I steal a few breaths

Cole’s figure appeared from the edge of the glade, his steady gait crunching through the snow. The blanket of white softened the landscape, but his dark coat cut through the muted backdrop like a shadow against the frost. He spotted her, her pale form standing still amidst the wintery expanse, her gaze distant, as if lost in thought.

He chuffed lowly to announce himself, his breath misting in the cold air. As he approached, his golden eyes flicked briefly over her, catching the way the snow framed her.

Milan, he greeted, his deep voice warm against the chill. He stopped a respectful distance away, his tail giving a faint sway.

How you doin'? he asked, tilting his head slightly, curiosity softening the sharpness of his features.