Deepwood Weald What is this, wash and wear?

The golden one slowly recomposed herself, although it took a moment for her to stop randomly laughing, and plopped herself back into reality. She hadn't heard his surrender, nor his terms of not biting his face off. Holly did hear his yawn and admittance to being tired. "Cheese and crackers! Guess I did tucker you out!" she mused, promising not to lose herself in another fit of giggling. Holly stood and shook the snow from her pelage. "C'mon we'll find a spot to rest." 

She turned and looked for a nice direction to go before deciding to just keep the way she was heading before, making progress while getting Oliver a nice napping spot. Holly didn't take off this time though, she steadied her pace to a reasonable walk and continued her journey, a friend in her wake.