Wild Berry Meadow Grazing pelts we all once wore

With the sudden bark of T.K, her head jolted to look in the direction of her friend. She blinks at the sight of the dog falling into the slush momentarily startled, but soon stands to meet them.

She let out a quiet laugh, trotting to the other and leaning her head down to nudge their muzzle with her own. Are you alright? She won't tease too much, but her tail waves high above her.

It is no surprise that the sighthound arrived first. The rest of the band has speed, but T.K is built for it.