Redhawk Caldera Good things about procrastination

In response to her playfully indignant shout, Peregrine turned his head to look over his shoulder and stuck his tongue out at her. Of course, this meant he couldn't see where he was going and when his left forepaw struck a patch of ice, it shot out from beneath him. Both forelegs buckled suddenly and he went sprawling. Thankfully, a drift of snow padded his fall, though his forelimb was stretched out at a strange angle and it made the scar tissue on his shoulder ache in protest.

"Um, ow," he said, laughing a bit weakly as he rolled onto his belly, then pushed himself into a seated position. He rotated his shoulder. "I hope this stuff melts by the time the pups are old enough to venture out of the den. I mean, it'd probably be hilarious to watch them slipping and sliding everywhere but I don't think they need any help with that. And this stuff could be dangerous." Peregrine's lips pursed and he turned to see if Somnia was even near enough to catch any of that.