The other wolfess shook herself out of the mound of snow as Prima turned and ran. She ducked under frozen branches and dove under leafless scrubs, looking around for a suitable hiding place, though she knew her attempts would be futile and that she would find her anyway, even if Prima found a good spot.
Laughing along the way, the petite silver girl began to leap, covering the ground in a matter of seconds sending piles of brown leaves up and in a flurry. She reached a clearing as she scampered over the snow, and slowed to throw a look over her shoulder to see if her companion was still after her.
The whole game of catch, hide and seek and tag were tiring her, so she decided to stop and roll over on her pack, her paws extended to the sky. She laid there in a childlike position, gazing up at the wisps of cloud.
Today was a beautiful day.
She wondered if the cream-colored she-wolf were to tag her, she'd do it now and win the game.
