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look at this crappy fail delayed post >.< @Falwasi

He could sense she wasn't far away- why should she be, after their playful battle? Dovev lifted his head, straightening his posture as he lay, strewn against the short, dry grass. It was chilly, with the air nipping at his leathery nose, but Dovev had created a small space of warmth where his body touched the earth. Several trees waved in the early morning, their shadows long and murky against the hazy sun. Clouds, thin as cotton but plenty in number crowded the sky.

It being late autumn, Dovev had the pleasure of witnessing many of the mountain faces turn bright white as snow covered them, sometimes dumping a foot onto the ground below. But it hadn't reached the temperature in which the fluffy stuff would stay, and the male couldn't help but feel his displeasure when the storms held back and instead drizzled freezing rain. But as the seasons progressed, the days got colder and Dovev was more active, trotting against the wind.