Raven's Watch Souärr

What transpires next is a flurry of excitement and nervousness, the shadowy lunge freeing both yelp and growl from wintry jaws. Bones that ache from the pilgrimage are forgotten in her fever, she dances just out of the grasp of willowy arms, protesting with huffs that warm the air in silver breaths.
A plucky smile narrows her eyes and they become a pair of waxing moons to lighten the path her steps carve beyond the lakebed– summoning a chase from the lean forest-woman. 
Her legs churn into a snowy gallop, muzzle thrown aft just once to see she was pursued. She braids with old groves of aspen, ducking once behind a trunk only to leap out at the woman, feigning a bite to alpine paws amid lolls of pink tongue.