Fox's Glade to me, from the timbers,

a tug at her tail, one of power, though without malice, drew the snowwoman back a moment, just long enough for her to get overtaken, and for snow to spray upon her, only furthering her pale physique. she laughed, then, a loud 'ha' sound that echoed through the glade. oh, you will regret that! though her tone was laced with humour as she continued chasing after the southern man, that bright, warm light that led the way.

she grew closer, then, and once in reach of dolce, she would deliver a nip upon his flank, nudging her muzzle and cheek against his leg as they ran side-by-side, headed towards the valley. then, an affectionate nudge would turn into a shove, before she powered on ahead, jaw parted in a pant that carried her. keep up! she shouted through breaths.

happiness coursed through her bodies, fuelling her steps.

fade with your next post ? ;D