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There was a particular scent upon the wind that told her that snow was on its way. In spite of the trauma she'd faced as a child during the terrible blizzard that had put her family through so much trouble, Liffey had always so loved the snow. She'd had it in her head ever since she was a little girl that snow was actually made of flakes of stardust. Her far more logical mind told her that this was just wishful fantasy, but she still held tight to the belief that there was something magical about it, and so she eagerly cast her gaze skyward as she headed back to home for the evening.

In her preoccupation with the oncoming weather, she nearly missed the presence of her mate nearby. There was nothing in the world though that could distract her from his familiar scent of evergreen and spruce, and so she turned to peer across the terrain with playfully narrowed eyes the very moment it touched her senses. She ducked into a crouch instinctively, pausing for a few moments to locate him - striding along not too far ahead, oblivious yet to how near he was to her. With a grin, she diverted her path and crept off to his left, intending to circle around him so she could surprise him from behind.