Big Salmon Lake Dashing Thru' the Snow

Wigglier than a worm, this wolf: Nynka thought she had been ready but the precipitous canine was in motion already before she could quite brace herself the way she wanted to. And for all her mental snark about what an incompetent bumbling oaf this wolf was and how much cleverer quicker and better she herself was, as she hopped speedily back she managed to knock one foot against a small iceball and go tumbling. This wouldn't have been too much of a problem, except that the big clumsy wolf himself went somersaulting free, and with a squeak of surprise Nynka continued her own motion to roll speedily out of the way before the great bumbling brute crushed her. Not quite the direction or approach she had expected him to take!

Snow was flying all about left and right and up and down and for one disorienting moment Nynka wasn't sure which way was up, although she did note that she seemed to be in one piece and unsmothered still, at the very least. Her next priority was to flounder her way up out of the smothering blanket of snow Dash had settled across her and everything else in the vicinity. It took a moment for her to wriggle into position and pop her head up out of the snow. She licked her nose clean and spat a few of the cold tingly flakes from her mouth as she eyed the young male wolf with supercilious disdain. He did seem to be frantically searching the area, to his credit, but Nynka was not entirely appeased—much better if he'd had a little more patience and grace, and not gone and buried her in the first place! Over here, she said slightly sourly. So much for her nice warm and dry coat! Already she could feel the small lump of snow perched atop her skull starting to melt and trickle down past her ear; she gave her head a quick little shake to get rid of it.