Moonspear roundball rock

She came, bounding, dark against the snow, twirling and laughing and—

He'd never seen a more beautiful sight.

Chuckling along with her, he broke into a lope, cruising across the cold-packed ground to arrive by her side, tail wagging fiercely, muzzle moving to give her tiny kisses at her lower jaw and throat.

You're in a good mood, Killdeer told her, grinning. Does the snow always make you so frisky?

Her energy was infectious; he felt it humming through his own bones, and almost shivered with the feeling.