Fairspell Meadow A miserable hunt

Atka felt no offense to the yip, her ears simply angling at Latte as she spoke while pulling what remained of the thorns out, licking over the scratches before pulling back with a sigh.

❝Thank you,❞ Atka's tail thumped at the compliment, her white coat was indeed, hard to keep white.

❝I'd assume your fur gets you caught on many things. I guess beauty like yours has a price.❞ She said with a slight tilt of her head and a smile, still admiring the dog's coat.

Atka blinked after her short stare, standing up and taking a few steps away to sniff the air again. Her tail wagged again as she found a clear trail to a hopefully unknowing rabbit.

❝At least we're downwind.❞