Moonspear prey to none

He'd been looking for her, so it was no shock to find her. Treepie looked as striking against the snow as he'd expected, though very little from this distance. He headed down the slopes to reach her, not yet calling out. He thought he might sneak up on her — and then he ended up losing sight of her instead.

The flap of bird wings drew his attention. Kindle looked up even as he trotted onward, across a snow drift, down another slope —

He heard them a moment before he saw them. The incongruous sound of collision and confusion, and then the even more confusing tangle of limbs, which were approaching him at high-speed. Because he'd stepped on a patch of ice and was skidding rapidly toward them.

Kindle scrabbled for purchase with his paws, but he ended up landing among them with a quiet whumph! and added to the tangle of bodies.