Wrong Foot Forward

It was only after the slow completion of her movement, that the male dealt another snip and swift turn around her. In an effort to follow to his movements, she rounded quickly by her forelegs only, though the lacking dexterity to her large frame awkwardly pose as her hindquarters had only just moved to follow. Then came the nudge, less of a tap and more a forceful press to move… or rather set her off balanced form to topple side-first into the snow. She yelp in surprise as cold permeated through the thick hide to grace flesh. Agitation forsaken for embarrassment she shuffled much like a yearling having fallen but looking determinedly to rise again. Instead she simply shifted to her rear and tried to strike at his muzzle with a heavy forepaw.