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The blinding white made it difficult to look ahead at first, what with the reflection of white upon yet another white surface creating the striking glare. Yet crossing through the shadow of the mountain provided adequate shade to allow the eyes to adjust to the walking figure ahead. Recognition came quickly, awakening her otherwise haggard features to life. And what was more was the soft smile that blossomed over her muzzle, inviting the tongue to unfurl and brows to lift with glee. Familiarity was always a treasure she cherished. “Ariston,” she piped in turn and assumed a swifter step toward the male. Her tail swept from round thigh to round thigh in glee, though its rhythm was lacking as if not often used for such expression. Her steps were awkward on the flat plain, her weight shifting and unbalanced as she tried to keep her heavy body upright. She was the image of a pup attempting to run for the first time, regardless of her age. But such was the result of one that had hardly a reason before to add a spring to her step. Never the less, she smiled. “It is wonderful to see you.”